I spend a day spring cleaning in the middle of the summer. My office had a unkempt appearance. I have been sober for 196 days and it was time to give the alcoholic look a dismissal. While I was going through the bookshelf, throwing out books that I no longer needed, I discovered a paperback version of the Big Book that I did not know that I had. I thought about dropping it off at the Alano club, but the thought occurred to me Could I live with myself if I helped poison a good mind. I decided that I could not, so I threw it in the garbage. I could not burn it as I did with the hard cover version because it was 90 degrees today.
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