God, no. It's been one-thousand and fifty-six days. [Beat.] One month 'til my three-year sobersary.
[At her stern friend voice, he shrugs.]
I never worried about anything the doctors didn't tell me about. They took blood from me so often that I just...figured they'd say something if anything was amiss.
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God, no. It's been one-thousand and fifty-six days. [Beat.] One month 'til my three-year sobersary.
[At her stern friend voice, he shrugs.]
I never worried about anything the doctors didn't tell me about. They took blood from me so often that I just...figured they'd say something if anything was amiss.
[Logical! ...right?]