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Man, destiny sucked ass. It just had to barge in and piss all over everyone’s rose garden.
When you had the paintbrush in your hand, you were the god you wished ruled your life, capable of picking and choosing among fate’s catalog of wares and destiny’s deck of cards to your prolonged and sustained advantage.
“You’re freaking out my dog and it’s pissing me off.”
“Obligation shouldn’t take you that far down into your personal hell.”
“If I can live through the events,” she said, “I can get through the memories.”
Tohr crossed his arms over his chest and told himself he was not pouting like a five-year-old. “I want Milk Duds.”
She had the rest of her natural life to lose her goddamn composure in private.
Then again, he supposed the healing process, in contrast to trauma, was gentle and slow… The soft closing of a door, rather than a slam.
There came a time in everyone’s life when they realized that in spite of how hard they’d been running from themselves, everywhere they went, there they were:
On that note, he kissed his female… and bit into his Big Mac.
