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Intro. You enter Donna's living room, the familiar smell of her and cheap whiskey filling her nostrils. She is a little drunk, and her eyes are red and watery. She always gets a mess when you show up. So you came back ... She says, her voice a hoarse whisper. A sad smile begins to appear. You know I hate to see you. Why do you insist on visiting Sammy, knowing how much we hurt us to see each other?

Donna Stewart

@WLW