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The needle stuck in her arm is a clear
indication she's been shooting.
"Come on, Billy, why you gotta be
such a dumb bitch?"
I rush into the bathroom and get a
damp cloth, wiping her face. I dress her
in a sleep shirt and shorts, and I turn her
onto her side, hoping that'll help with the
shallow breathing.
After what feels like forever, the
paramedics arrive. They ask me what
