'I'm standing in the hallway outside the room they've put you in and the fluorescent lights are warm and bright. They're making me sweat even more than before and my throat is so dry, and all I can think is where the hell is Bethany? You've been in there alone, for hours, and I hope you don't notice my eyes are bloodshot and my breath is stale, but when I reached into the glove box for some gum, or maybe a cigarette, all I could find was a half-empty flask, and the traffic wasn't moving anywhere fast so it had to do...'
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