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The third week of rehab is typically the worst. First week, he’s usually knocked out; second week, he’s bored and suggestible enough that something like motivation or hope usually manages to sneak itself inside him; fourth week, he’s making plans, anticipating his next fix. But the third week? Utter shit. Nowhere to go. No one to see but the other assholes, Ben, and the ghosts.
More people than one might think die straight after leaving rehab. Others die while they’re still here.
Klaus has died a hundred times if one, but he always ends up in the same damn place.