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Sharon sits down next to Steve and rubs his back. Things have been hard lately. Friends have become foes and everything is muddled. It's impossible to tell right from wrong, to tell truth from lies. She knows it's been weighing on Steve, that he feels guilty.
"Here's what we are going to do," Sharon tells him. "We're going to get the best booze possible, the kind that even gets you drunk. And we'll get wasted and we'll feel sorry for ourselves and mourn our losses. And then tomorrow, tomorrow is a new day."
She holds him until the morning comes.