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The Work Thing
I never used to care for sharing myself and sharing my life. Sharing secrets or telling lies. I did it how I want to do it when I want to do it, say it how I want to say it, and play it how I want to play it. I had a good mind for business and an even better head for having fun and getting pleasure, not referring to that head you will find upon my shoulders. I did not have to lie and I have not lied to either.
The way I see it, I have not blatantly lied to Ava, she has not asked what it is that I do. I have not had to tell her nor tell her a lie either. I have asked her what these things are that she does and she has been avoiding the answer.
My blood is starting to boil as I turn my attention to Dominic, “Dominic have you heard anything from Emma?”
“Not a fucking word and you?”
“I have heard nothing from Ava either.”
“Do you think they are fucking around?”
“I swear if she is with another fucking man then the shit is gonna be loose.”
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