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A Minimum of Two IA Minimum of Two by =MasochisticHeartache
Madigan's face looked relieved. A shot of panic ran down my spine and I felt my face begin to burn up and travel down to my chest. My rash began to burn like someone had covered it with alcohol. I knew what he had done. He thought everything would be fixed, that I would snap out of my depressed, melancholy state of mind. I felt like an empty tin can. Little did Madigan know, nothing was fixed. Nothing would ever be fixed.
II
I could tell that something was terribly wrong that morning. Madigan looked too careless, so happy. Now we both have a burden constantly above us and neither of us will ever be whole again. I left Madigan sleeping up

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