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She Stole My Ice Cream.

At my third treatment center in Newport Beach, CA, we, the residents, were taken to the grocery store once a week to stock up on groceries. There were four of us to each apartment, which meant that only four of us used the refrigerator in our kitchen. One day, I picked out and bought aContinue reading “She Stole My Ice Cream.”