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He pushes his face tonasty habit of letting other men taste you when you’re pissed off with hting the urge to tackle it – to taste er, htening as he takes a step away fro them in half,’ he whispers

‘I’m really pissed off with you’

‘So am I’

‘You said you missed her I heard it, Miller’

‘How?’ He doesn’t even deny it

‘Because she calleddeepens I can see it and I can hear it I’ pushed on harshly

‘Trust hly through the crowd as I try to desperately cling to s are unstable andback andaside as they throw inquisitive looks at us I spend no ti their facesuntil I clap eyes on a fa slowly as we pass to nition on his face, he knowsMiller no option but to stop ‘Hey, no need to escort the young lady out,’ he says, tipping his drink to Miller ‘If she’s too intoxicated, I’ll happily take responsibility of her’

‘Move’ Miller’s tone is deadly ‘Now’

The guy shrugsMiller’s words ‘I’ll save you the hassle of ejecting her’

My eyes drop fro hard Where do I know him fro played with The cold chills creeping ontoin the feel of er

‘Feels just like it did all those years ago,’ he says wistfully ‘I’d pay just for the pleasure of sotten this hair Still turning tricks?’

All breath is sucked fros when realisation sucker puncheswith Miller’s chest

The heat and tre into me are all indicative of psychotic Miller, yet the focus I need to appreciate that danger is being sucked up by unrelenting flashbacks – flashbacks I’ve ed to push to the back of ht therip my head with o They’re attackingme to witness a mental re-run of encounters from my past that I’ve wrestled to the dark, hidden place at the back ofcan stop the repeatedly, burning into the back ofto rip from my strands

I feelup on me, yet I don’t fold to the floor, and that is because the vice-like grip on s, everything dark fro silent from my mental lockdown But that doesn’t ridon to me