I was in love. He died. I found out he left me a message that he loved me, but I didn’t get it. Now I’m sick to death of everything. This apartment, this laundry, the fact that things get dirty. The law. Just standing here. Sometimes I swear I just want to go into my bedroom, pull the covers over my head, and never do anything ever again. I’m drinking like I never have before. And all I want to do is have another one. And then everything just gets swallowed up by more disgust.
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Will: We've always had bad timing, haven't we?
Alicia: We have.
Will: What if we were to suddenly have good timing, just for an hour? What would that look like?
Alicia: I think that would look like an exceptional moment.