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EVIL when she gets them, takes my money and runs. And an ANGEL when I go to her and she hands me the pills. You can't tell me she isn't paying 5 bucks for them and charging me 12 and taking the money and laughing all the way to the bank while I cry about how addicted I've become and she's like "I feel so bad, but I don't like to see you without them -- the way you act/feel..." I'm so over this. I just wish there was an antidepressant that released the same chemical that these stupid pills release that will make me feel NORMAL.
Thanks Golf. You've been a big help...
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