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We painted bowls. They called it Fun In Recovery, and we all were required to participate. This was supposed to keep us from wanting to stick needles in our arms.
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540
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I'm here as mandated by the court. I look around the room with trepidation. At first, it all seems so mundane it's stupefying. Harsh fluorescent lights, a circle of metal folding chairs, stale, acidic coffee in white, styrofoam cups, the acrid tang of Pine Sol failing to…
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Friday night, 80s halcyon,a memory of October bowling.The suburban lanes loudwith kids and kinetic releaseof balls slamming on maple.I have no footwork, no senseof release, fingers sweatyin the grips, resin droppingwith a hollow boomfollowed by derision from more adept…
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