“And while you’re doing that,” I told her, “don’t forget to remind yourself that choices have consequences you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life. You’ll make better choices with guidance.” “Did you?” Damon finally looked at me, our stint in prison not needing a reminder for me to understand what he meant. Prick. He came from a bad home. I came from a good one. We both still went to prison. God, I hated him. I mean, I’d definitely jump off a bridge for him, but… He took his daughter and his self-satisfied smirk and walked out, and I fought the urge to throw something at the back of
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