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(but only if you aren't afraid of the answer)

by @delaney221b

Open a can in front of her and then ask her why she flinches at the sound. Ask her why the mere scent of beer coaxes stomach acid up her throat. Go on, ask her why her childhood memories are tainted by an alcoholic fog. Ask her why 'father' is a six letter word, and each letter is holding a 30-pack of misery. -db
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