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Stella

“Shit, my head,” Jeffone too ht

“I’ up,” I coe of the mattress

He shifted around and rubbed the palainst his eyes When he adjusted to his surroundings, he groaned as I’ the room intensified his headache

“Where am I?” he asked

“At Kevin’s place I had to pick you up last night from the club Don’t you remember?”

“No, honestly I don’t even reht”

“That’s because you didn’t do your show”

“What?! Why?!” he exclai position in the bed I jumped a bit from his sudden rise

“I don’t know, Jeff You tellyour phone, tellingoutside the club bent over with your equipet that equipment?”

He rubbed his hands over his face and ht now, Stella”

“Excuse ht now Do you kno ht? In front of those people outside of the club?”

He looked my way and tilted his head His broered, and he cleared his throat “Did you get my equipment?”

My heart sank as he overlooked my question and went on to the subject of his materialistic items

Hemy comments to the side because he quickly stood to his feet “I’s last night I was extre I had, and all I could hear in h That I couldn’t do it So I had a few drinks to get out of my own head”

“You know drinking never really helps you”

“Yeah, but you know”—he tapped the side of his head and shrugged—“Daddy issues and shit But I’m sorry” He walked over to me and wrapped his arain,” he swore

“Okay But the equipment?”

“Can’t I sober up before this conversation continues? I already know you’re going to eat my ass out for it”

“Just tell me, Jeff”

“I took out a sht?”

“What? Why would you do that? We can’t afford—”

“But we can,” he cut in, taking htly “I don’t think you understand this, Stella We’re ood ole Kevin”