At the time, he knew that I took Tylenol #4 for my own daily pain, and was concerned I didn't hurt myself too much riding. I couldn't help but think in telling me the pills were in the shaving kit in the bathroom that he was giving me quiet permission to skim a few off the top. Really, would he notice a couple missing?
Of course, this was just justification, and I tried to push those thoughts out, but hungry little demons kept clawing at me.
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