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That's all, and then we

can talk about family.

That's what you said about me

opening my boutique.

Now what's the real reason?

Why are you pulling away?

That's the real reason!

I-I'm under pressure!

I want to finish my book!

F*** you!

You know what the real

f***ing reason is!

Yeah?

What's the real reason?

You're not attracted to me!

What do you...

You f***ing want

some 18-year-old?

You want some f***ing stupid

f***ing young chick?

Am I too old for you?

What? Oh, my God.

Because then you could just wait

for 20 more years!

Why can't you just

give me what I want?

Good night.

You know,

I thought after three years,

you would have grown up!

Wednesday, 2:
44 A.M.

Remember me?

End of messages.

Hello, old chap.

Long time, no see. Heh.

I've missed

our tittle-tattles.

Aww.

Trouble with the missus, eh?

Not to worry.

Belly up to the bar, mate.

Cheers to one year of

sobriety and many more.

Couldn't have done it

without you, baby.

Look, I'm... I'm really sorry

about the other night.

It's just seeing

Bill and Mary's son...

Baby, stop.

I would probably be dead

or in the gutter

if you hadn't have dried me out,

so as far as I'm concerned,

there isn't

an 18-year-old

in the world

that could take your place.

I love you, baby.

I love you, too.

To us.

Hey, I wanted

to give this to you.

It's a big-shot literary agent

my friend told me about.

Macmillan?

Baby, this is like

a Big Six company.

I mean, "Knight Fire" did okay,

but it wasn't

a best seller. I'm not...

I'm not ready for this.

Ohh. Come on, babe.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

People love your book.

And as hard as you're working on

this one, it's gonna be great.

Seriously,

stop doubting yourself.

You think?

Yeah.

Katherine.

Katherine.

Michael?

Can you get that?

Hello.

Hello?

You have any idea

what time it is?

Remember me?

Who is this?

Remember me?

Who is this?

Who was it?

Wrong number.

Remember me?

End of messages.

Any idea who it could be?

No. Same as

the other night,

but it was a woman's voice.

It's weird.

You don't recognize it either?

Nope.

Ah, it's probably just

some kids fooling around.

Well, hopefully

they'll get a life.

I have a hard enough time

sleeping as it is.

I love you.

Hi, Mitch!

I'm one year sober

as of yesterday.

It's one day at a time, man.

Um, alcohol is a disease,

and I tried to convince myself

and everybody else

that, um, I could beat

that disease on my own.

And I could for a little while,

you know,

like a day or two.

But it took someone who loved me

more than I loved the bottle

to shake me out of it,

you know, to show me what it was

that I was throwing away,

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