A few years ago, a long and treasured friendship was lost.
Not to death. Not then, at least.
It was snatched away in a stealthy way that began with a car accident and a broken leg. The enemy, who stole from me a dear friend, looked remarkably innocent. A small, round, white. A pill that resembled aspirin but was embedded with an addiction that would pull the rug out from und...
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