Here is another idea. Good Luck.
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She laid in the bed wondering where he was. She spoke to him earlier and he seemed fine then.
She hated feeling this way. She felt powerless.
She wondered if he cared about her. He drank but not like this. She was tired of worrying about him.
She wanted to yell at him. If she yelled at him then he would retreat into himself. She wanted to yell at him and tell him how scared it made her.
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