Whatever choices you made, I was giving them to you. Fuck, if you had’ve stuck that knife through my heart, I still would’ve been happy with your choice. I went there to help you and if dying for you did that then I’d go to the grave without a fucking complaint. What else do I have to say to you for you to understand that I’m not going anywhere? I’ve watched you march into every fight with your family with your head held high and your little arsenal of tricks and I knew that you’re it for me. Sometimes, you just know these things and, Queenie, I’m not fucking this up, no matter how hard you
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