[To be quite honest with herself, Sam was only part of the problem. A very large, and terrible part, but not entirely the whole thing either. For Lindsey everything had sort of wrapped itself into one giant bag. She thought talking to Missie that one time had helped her a little, and it did, but talking to a really pretty and optimistic friend wouldn't really change things outside of the short term.
It was sort of funny, the one person she could talk to about this and who would probably understand, and yet Lindsey wasn't sure how to approach it. inebriation not withstanding...]
Hey... [Her voice is low, barely above a mutter. She waits for attentive response.] Can I ask you something?
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It was sort of funny, the one person she could talk to about this and who would probably understand, and yet Lindsey wasn't sure how to approach it. inebriation not withstanding...]
Hey... [Her voice is low, barely above a mutter. She waits for attentive response.] Can I ask you something?