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A face to the mask

"What mess?" Sandra questioned, rolling to his side. His eyes brushed over her stature quickly before he averted his gaze. He looked up to the ceiling. He could hear her breathing.

One, two, three, he counted knowing she would soon murmur off some snarky remark.

"Piece of shit..." She murmured, turning to the other side of the bed.

He chuckled as he watched her curl up in the bed.

"I lost a good friend today." He said.

She turned around.

"my best friend."

"Jason?"

He nodded.

She drew closer. He looked down to find her almost snuggling up to him. For the first time in a while, he realized her presence wasn't as repulsing as he thought.

"I'm so sorry." She voiced out in a hushed tone.

He grunted a reply. The last thing he needed was pity from anyone.

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

He shrugged on his bed. It was high time he let out his thoughts anyway.

"The Chicago outfit is not too pleased
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