There’s a reason they call it robo-tripping. I’m now eight years clean of the syrup.
A while back I dated a man named Danny. He lived in Long Island, but other than that he was a nice guy—a good boyfriend who had his own car. He seemed shocked that I rarely drank alcohol. Occasionally we would drink wine with dinner, but every night we would have some NyQuil—and we didn’t have colds.
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