I was REALLY tired today. My apologies...
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Ice kept coming out of the ice machine. Andy watched it as he sat down at his table. The clanks and clicks were getting to him, giving him an itch to jump In the car and head to the casino.
Andy looked away, trying to fight the urge, but it was making him fidgity.
"Andy?" Kim said. "Are you alright?"
"Fine," he said. It had been several months since he had this intense of an urge. However, he knew the costs, the damage his addiction had done in the past and wasn't going to let Kim be another casualty.
"You look like you saw a ghost," Kim said.
"I guess," he said. He wrestled with telling her, bringing her up to speed about his past. He wasn't sure she would stay knowing his baggage, but he felt he owed it to her to let her in on the one last secret he held back.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked as she bit in to her hamburger.
End Fiction.
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