Part Nine: The Price of Loneliness
Seeing my condo in its utter chaos that night with Sandra, I was sick with sadness for my boy. He was trying. I could see it in the fact that, despite my joking, there wasn't any spoiled milk in his fridge or a single bottle of Red Bull. There were eggs and sliced turkey. A loaf of fresh bread, Kraft American cheese si…
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