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The Addict Mask

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It is not my job to fight the addict. It has never been my job to fight the addict. I can’t fight the addict. The addict is too strong and powerful for me. The addict is nasty. He plays by no rules. He lies, cheats, steals, and will do anything to destroy me. The addict wears a mask: This mask is me. He looks like me, talks like me, sounds like me; I cannot tell us apart. I cannot put a credit card between us. His voice is not higher or lower than mine. There is no doorbell ringing to

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