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Also, I can get coffee on the way from Starbucks or whatever I needed to be sober for this one

It’s ti sorry for myself

It’s ti for what I want

For who I want

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Becca

I sweek, and still no word from Harlan No “Hey babe, I’m at the new clubhouse and still alive,” and sure as hell no “Hey babe, I love you and I’m sorry I’m a jackass”

I take a swig fro the drink How is it that such a great drink has such an awful na Island—or et there every day—but now I hate it with a passion It has taken away the one guy I’ve ever fallen in love with

I know it isn’t sane to blaraphy on my heartache, but I don’t seem to be able to help myself

At least ives ainst her side “Becca, baby, it’s going to be okay Things are a little rough right now, sure, but they aren’t always going to be like this” She squeezes ain and I sit back up, a little surprised by how ht now

Well, let’s be honest—I really want to be held by an entirely much more muscular set of arms, but since his aren’t here

Speaking of one today to some rally for Vietnam veterans, and that means we have the clubhouse pretty much to ourselves That means that there’s a definite slon on the fruity drinks with umbrellas, but I’ll do my best to survive

“Are you sure it’s safe to belong to an MC?” Rory asks, looking around the virtually e to pop out fro at us I try not to roll et into a shootout every day, like we’re in a Wild, Wild West saloon in the 1800s or so I’ve ever seen is that knife that Harlan used to…encourage Tye to step out onto the balcony buck-ass naked

Which, I will fully ad hilarious I've wanted to ask an old neighbor (or six) how long it took Tye to decide to cliround level, and if the police had been called on him for “public indecency,” but I always tell myself not to be a jackass

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