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Jen_C
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Quinn agreed to move in with me. I spent the entire morning showing her how happy her decision has made me. I thought it was the right thing to do.” I knew I had one hell of a grin on my face. One of those that makes your cheeks hurt. Quinn and I were about to take that next step in our relationship. Knowing she would be there in our home daily when I returned made me one hell of a happy man.
— Oct 27, 2017 05:07PM
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Jen_C
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Helpless. That was the best way to describe the feeling I had. Nothing felt worse than watching the girl you love fall apart and not being able to do a damn thing about it. I knew that today would be hard. I wasn’t sure I was prepared to watch Quinn fall apart once again. It felt as if with each tear she shed, my heart broke a little more.
— Oct 27, 2017 01:01AM
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Jen_C
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I focused all my anger on the drunken a$shole in front of me. “Let me save you the time and end this, Jett. I hope you and Callie are happy together. He’s all yours,” I told her. I pushed past her in a hurry to get away. “Quinn, wait. You broke his heart by pawning the necklace. I guess finding it on one of his frequent customers put him over the edge.
— Oct 27, 2017 12:04AM
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Jen_C
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Dude that was some funny s*it. Best thing I’ve seen in a long time. Your girl just dropped that guy like a rock. She punched his dick like a professional boxer.” He chuckled, and I instantly felt proud.
— Oct 26, 2017 09:51PM
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Jen_C
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You have no idea what my life consists of outside of these doors. Everything is not black and white, Jett. Not all of us live the charmed life you do. If you want to fire me, go ahead.” I swallowed hard, trying to hold back the urge to run away in tears. The thoughts of nut punching him were swarming as well. I didn’t know which I felt stronger.
— Oct 26, 2017 07:36PM
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Jen_C
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Every day I witnessed my mom drink herself into oblivion. Each night—or morning, however you want to look at it—I picked her up off the floor. If I didn’t, no one else would. It was always the same thing. My mother was drowning her sorrows and slowly killing herself right before me. It’s always been this way. I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t.
— Oct 26, 2017 05:49PM
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