Broken Mother

January 17, 2018
By Racheld1405 GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
Racheld1405 GOLD, Pewaukee, Wisconsin
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Jack opened the white wooden door, chipped with paint and walked into the dim apartment. The bottle on the counter caught his eye right away as he saw her on the couch. She sluggishly looked at him, “I promise it was one sip”, she slurred. He nodded, knowing her hollow promises too well.

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