Today, the harsh fumes that had burned at the back of my throat for two days had finally disappeared. Empty glass bottles were left in its place, lining the floors of our home like liquid tombstones. They were more than just the remnants of an afternoon spent. They meant Jerry was gone. He would be back, with twice as many brown bags, but for now, he was gone.
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