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“I hurt every single person I came into contact with that fall and early winter. I lied to them, I cheated them, and I stole from them as I blazed a one-teenage girl trail of alcohol-fueled mayhem that would lead to one of two things… I would die or I would get pregnant. The first act in this death-wish inspired shit show came to an end without my death or pregnancy when I found myself drinking 20-year-old whiskey I stole from my grandparents, straight out of the bottle, in a stairwell of the apartment building where I had been living with people I barely knew. All my lying, crazy, substance abusing chickens had come home to roost, and the only thing I knew to do was to just get hammered, alone, in hiding.”

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