Things are going really well with Mr. Walton at the rehab clinic, so well that we may have become a bit careless in our fun. This morning, during my first drink with Jefferson, Jefferson cautioned me to be more careful because the nurses found a couple of empty bottles on the premises last night after I left. He told me not to worry too much, because it's not unheard of to find alcohol at rehab clinics, but that we don't want to give the nurses any reason to keep a more watchful eye.
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