Moby had hit rock bottom. Charlotte was his soulmate and when she left, he went into a downward spiral, drinking to numb the pain and wandering the streets at night. Moby had fallen asleep in a gutter and woke up just in time to escape the approaching headlights. It was then he saw his reflection in a nearby puddle and vowed to turn his life around. It was time to get sober and finish his novel.
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