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Eighty Seven

“We have to elope from this city.”

Jaxton was standing by the window, his hands in the pockets of his pants, his back a little hunched. I like such sights of him standing by the window of our room like a guardian watching over the universe.

“This city reminds me of nothing but pain and a lot of silly things. Things I’ve done and the one other have done to me. Wicked things done for the sake of influence and power.”

He pulled a cigar to his lips. I didn’t see that coming. He was holding it in the crisp of the fingers of his right hand. He wouldn’t quit smoking for anything, even in his present condition.

I walked over to the window side and hugged him from behind. My lips braced his neck from behind, and my hand wrapped around his waist.

Yes, the city has a lot of odd memories, and I always wish I could ever in my life find way to flee from the glare of the city, but to think of his telling me he wishes to flee the city his cartel rules at the moment, is something my mind will never t
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