He was lingering by the vending machine once again, arguing with himself. He was doing well. He knew he was. But it was hitting him. On one hand, he had been good for six days now, not drinking the bonk, and one couldn’t hurt…right? The other hand, the berating nagging part of him was telling him off for being this weak and not being able to hold off for more than six days. But there was more than just that side. There was the temptation of just having one more can…and then there was the guilt. Practically everyone he knew who whow as aware that he was trying to get over his Bonk! Atomic Punch dependence were supporting him and encouraging him…and this was how he was going to repay them?
“Crap…” he muttered, looking back up at the vending machine as the guilt sank its jaws into him and the temptation beckoned him.
“Come on, just walk away,” he said to himself, “Just walk away, don’t look back at it. I know no one will know but…come on, just walk away from it…now…come on…now…you’re stronger than this, you’re better than this…count to five…walk away when I get to five…one…two…three…four…five…now…walk away…!”
But he didn’t walk away, he still stood there, looking at the vending machine, hand itching to reach into his pocket for change as he tried to just stay still or just walk way, one of the two.
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*Bonnibelle is just having a ball with this. The only thing she’s ever gotten more excited about in her entire life so...
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“Well, they often say ‘like owner, like pet, I think that’s how it goes anyways,” Russell said, taking his dog tags off...
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