Alex was at her apartment doing much the same thing that Olivia had been doing in hers, drinking. The only difference was her red wine preference over beer and her choice of Italian opera over Patsy Cline. She felt like a zombie. Her heart was beating simply to keep the blood moving, simply to keep her alive. Her drive was gone, her zest for life
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