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I can't be restless while looking for something in my bag. No matter what search I do, I can't really find it. I've looked in the bathroom, in my cabinet, under the bed and even in my bags but nothing.

I can't see my pills. i didn't drink yesterday because i was sulking all day because of what happened to Clyde and me.

"Where is it? Where did I put it?" I asked myself. Frustrated, I sat up in bed and rubbed my face.

As I sat I heard the roar of Clyde's car coming out of the gate. I stood up and peeked out the window. It...