This bathroom could not have been a real bathroom. And considering Libby spent the last (and only) twenty five years of her life drowning in a sea of water and vomit on bathroom floors across the world, one would assume she’d be somewhat of an authority as to what a real bathroom was.
I wanted to write us the greatest love story of all time. But I am not great.
Cover the keypad. First paycheck. Watch the mirror.
Well, you said it was “opiates”. But I’m not stupid. I know it was heroin. You told me you lived in Jacksonville, Florida. Who the hell does anything but heroin in Jacksonville, Florida?