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Kenny comes for a visit. He broke my month long of solitude. Near solitude, I mean.

He brought rum and a bottle of Coke. He knows I can't drink anymore.

"I know you're not supposed to drink," he says. No shit. "But this is nothing. When you come back to the rest of the world, you're going to be dealing with shit like temptation. It's best to get over it now." I guess he has a point.

He shakes his pack of cigarettes. "Do you have an extra bog?" I tell him I don't. "Shit, man. Are there any stores around here?"

Inez pops into my head. He can't go there. He'll try to steal her from me. "There's a pharmacy about twenty minutes away." He stands up and reaches for his keys.

"I thought I saw a gas station or something on the way up. They gotta have cigarettes, right?"

Panic rises up my throat. "Yeah, but I've been in there before. It's run by like, a Bible thumping family. No cigs, no beer, just food."

Kenny pushes his hair away from his forehead. "Bummer. So which way's the pharmacy?"

Don't worry, Inez. You're safe from the likes of shithead Kenny.