Here's the next (final?) part of my Sorkin/Cheno fic. I don't know how I feel about it. I don't think it has all the punch and pizzazz of the previous two. It's not bad, but it's not great. There's just something about it that's off, and I can't figure out exactly what it is. Feedback appreciated.

Unrelated (or perhaps related... whatever)... I was reading Sorkin's Wiki page, and he went to Hazelden. *smiles* Of course he did. You know that feeling where you've gone to state school and you feel like a schmuck because you didn't go to an ivy league? That's the feeling I've had for a while with regard to Hazelden, and this just perpetuates that. There's kind of an attitude in Minnesota about Hazelden, like if you meet someone who's gone there, you're like, "Ooh, well aren't you special?" Or maybe that's just me. Because I am an asshole. (For those who are confused, Hazelden is pretty much the Harvard of rehab facilities. Their faculty produces tons of treatment literature that's used all over the world. They publish for Dr. Stephanie Covington, who revolutionized women's treatment and literally wrote the book on recovery for women.) Really, pretty much everyone I've met who's working a great recovery program went to Hazelden. The rest of us? Relapsing all over the place. And if that just sparked a moment of concern for you, no, I haven't relapsed. Though last night, I really wanted to. Appletinis and a bump (or three). Gah.

Anyway, here's the fic-snippet:

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