“I messed up, Paul.” “Holy Hell, you have no right to lay this shit on me now.” “I never meant to break your heart. You have to believe me. All I ever wanted was—” “Hold it!” He let go of the handle and his fist exploded into a shape that reminded me of a spider web. “Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn’t break my heart. My heart’s fine. My heart’s in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open. So fuck you and your fucking talk because nothing short of a miracle could take back the last nine months of
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