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Liz sat on the sofa, her knees pulled up to her chest, her tears falling onto her cold, shaking hands. Beside her, and empty bottle of wine and a broken glass, it broken shards lying on the table next to the sofa. She let her aching head fall upon her knees, letting out a nearly inaudible groan as she did so. Her body was motionless, broken and still, but her mind was spinning. Her mixed up thoughts tumbling over one another as she tried to work through the drunken mayhem inside her head. But then Liz just gave up. She surrendered her mind to the black abyss of despair that was waiting to swallow her up.

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