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"I tie the robe around me when I m dry, the shower having made me feel a hundred times better, and I throw everything I was wearing in the bathroom trash can. Underwear, shoes, and all. I never want to lay eyes on any of it again, and if I didn t think it would set off all Arry s fire detectors and cause a huge scene, then I would burn it all. The thought of that creep all over it makes me want to gag." "I venture out into the lounge slowly, on Bambi legs. I need a glass of water and then I m going to bed to forget this night ever happened, and I ll deal with the emotional fallout tomorrow. I stop short when I spot Arrick still sitting on the couch, nursing a coffee, still dressed, seemingly a lot more normal and sober, but in complete torment. I figured he would have gone to bed by