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"Is your stomach okay?" I asked raising his shirt to look at his stomach and discovering a forming bruise. "Yeah I'm fine." He replied pulling his shirt down sheepishly. I looked up at him and shook my head. "Yeah I know, I'm an idiot." He said not returning my stare. I saw Dave running full speed towards me, "Molly! Get security!" He yelled as he ran behind Kurt, "Someone's leaving here in a stretcher!" Duff came pushing through a crowd, "Molly? Is that you?" He asked as the expression on his face softened. "Duff." I whispered and hugged him tightly, "I hear your sober." He nodded proudly, "Yeah it was hard but it's gotten easier." He replied. "I knew you could do it." I said hugging him again. "You don't call anymore. Why?" He asked softly. "I lost your number." I replied, "I don't have anybody's number. Not even Axl." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen and paper and began writing down numbers, "Here's our numbers. Please call." He said handing me the paper, "And tell your mom I said hi."