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"Doing this...I'm using you again," he brought his hands to his face as he said those words. Slowly feeling shame since he was still under the influence of the whiskey he drank and wondered if he was going to Hell for everything he has done.
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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