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  • I saw one of my friends crying. I put my arm around her and brought her into the warm of my car.

    I told her we invent problems for ourselves only because we have it pretty good otherwise. That was the best silver lining I could find.

    I spent all my time making problems for myself and then smoking until I couldn't remember what they were. And she was happy to join me.

    But as I kept foraging into deeper and deeper darkness, I realized I really didn't want to arrive at the end of that path. Especially If I wasn't the only one I was taking there.

    So I took the next divergent path, encouraging her to come with me. But momentum kept her on her path. It's been said that the chains of habit are too light to be felt until too heavy to be broken.

    It was true half the time.
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