Day Three

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I'm white-knuckling it through the week. I can't believe how tired and flat I feel. I told a girlfriend and she was supportive in the way that people who "don't care for the taste of alcohol" but are extremely kind and empathetic tend to be. I was so grateful for her graciousness and offer of support but I had no idea how to answer when she asked if there was anything she could do.

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