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Date Posted: 21:01:31 01/30/02 Wed
Author: Stan Uris
Subject: Explain
In reply to: Angelina Milan 's message, "*Listens*" on 14:16:13 01/30/02 Wed

||He nods, and a waiter comes to them. He orders some chardene for her, and a nonalcholic wine for himself, as well as two filet minons. He then turns his gaze to her, brown and firey with emotion and memory.|| "I've never told anyone about this before...never really seemed like something anyone would want to know about. Because I can't accept it." ||He fumbles with his words for a moment, and then plays with his ring.|| "Anways. My household was abusive when I was a kid...my dad would beat me with...objects. Like a broom handle or a belt...all so I did my chores. I ended up getting taken from the household and tossed in an adoption agency...where stuff was just about worse. They hardly fed us there...and they made us work like mules. I finally got fed up and escaped." He pauses momentarily, clearing his throat. "When I was a pre-teen, I got involved in the wrong crowd...I was on alot of drugs. Heroine...weed...cocaine. Basically anything I could get my hands on. I finally managed to quit that stuff...and moved onto alcohol. I met Stephanie a few years after I had started drinking...by then I was a full-fledged alcholic. She convinced me to get into AA meetings...and soon I got over the alcohol. Cold turkey. We got engaged...we were going to get married when we were 18. She gave me this ring...and I gave her a nice one too. But..." His voice chokes a bit, and he has to stop. He takes a shakey breath and goes on. "But right before she turned 18...she was killed in a car accident. She died in my arms...at the site of the crash. She had phoned me about it before she phoned the police...I got there first. We talked...and in her dying breath she told me she loved me. And to..hang in there. After her death, I got an apartment, and lived alone. I didn't date anyone...and came out only to work. I almost started drinking...until, I was looking at my ring one night. It..it's engraved." He slips it off, and shows her the inside of the ring. "'The answer to life is love, not booze.' It says it all." He stops, and looks at her, his body trembling as the waiter comes and sets their food down.||

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