The doorbell ring, but Jessie can't get up. She just lies there still on the bed. She doesn't remember what happend last night. Or anything that she had said. Jessie closes her eyes aa her head still pounds. Reaching for the coffee she hadn't made. Smelling the unfarmiliar scents around the room. Hoping the night before she didn't get laid. Jessie wonders why her life is a mess. She wonders if there will ever be a cure. She rools to the side and spreads her arms. She doesn't know the guy next to her.
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