Perhaps I should start by educating you as to how badly you’ve ruined things for me? No. Too early for that. Explain how I tried to protect you all those years ago by keeping the truth from you and what you did in return is kill my soul, then feed it to the wolves? Hmm. There’s still time for that, too. The house looks like a kip. It’s not always like this, but I wanted her to feel bad. I’m trying to dig into her soul with a spoon and see if she still has a conscience. I close my eyes, letting another phone call go to voicemail. “Love?” I hear the English version of American Psycho calling to
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