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When Dad is out of sight, I carry the bin to the front porch, dump every last bottle and can straight into the garbage can, and get to bed.

Twenty minutes later, I’m still wide awake. Back to the porch again, where I pull the bottles and cans out of the garbage and return them one by one to the recycle bin.

Now my conscience is clear, but it doesn’t help. I still can’t sleep.