When I first met Nate, he lived in a sprawling ranch house with a gaggle of other guys all somewhere in their own journeys of divorce, separation, and addiction. The primary bath was painted burnt orange by the previous owner and she also had a closet, I kid you not, the side of a bedroom. It was lined on four walls with shelves and rods with an island …
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