I knew I had no right to feel any type of way about it, but that didn’t stop me from feeling every type of way about it. The hell was she doing with a fella like Paul Rice? He was too boring for her and had a shit right hook. She needed excitement and to be challenged. It was written all over her face. She waited for you, remember? He wasn’t her first choice. Pretending that it didn’t hurt me to see her with him was something that I had no choice but to master. So, like I did every other time she came into the garage, flaunting her fantastic fucking boyfriend, I handled the knife in the gut
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