She wandered through the furniture store like Goldilocks, trying every bed. None of them were comfortable. Never. Nothing was comfortable – chairs, beds, standing up, sitting down, walking, not walking. In her pocket was a newly refilled prescription for Oxy, enough to end her pain forever. She cradled the cylinder full of pills like an old friend.
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