Wow, that’s a hyper-realistic and depressing sequel. Wow, I guess being a derelict takes away your sensitivity. Then again, he is being practical. He’s got some holy clothes.

I didn’t expect a sequel, but this is really good. It has the same desperation of the prequel plus what tbs has aptly termed as “hyper-realism” that underscores the tragedy of her addiction and its consequences.

Hate it? How could I hate this? It broke my heart and I loved every second of it, especially the last line.
I also wasn’t expecting a sequel so I was set to be happy with whatever you had written. This went far beyond my expectations.

Wow i can only question the gods about what you drew off but damn i think i was there and i needed some shoes i wonder if he was a size ten? That was some real stuff john i just drove 400 miles and this fic brought me way further than that.