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Chapter Sixteen

Every time someone falls in love, there's another person who is wishing that he hadn’t.~ A. Gupta

Cole

Fuck.

I shouldn’t have drunk that last bottle.

Or one before that.

Or the one before that.

But who was fucking counting to stop me.

I stumbled out of the bar, third of the night as in the last two the bartender thought I’d had enough for the night. The stupid fucking bastard didn’t know anything about enough.

The only thing I’d had enough was...

Enough was the pain I had been try

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