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Chapter Nineteen | Olive Branches And Their Pesky Thorns
◦◦ Sawyer ◦◦
The next morning
My entire life seems to be an ongoing series of bad decisions, written by some sadistic design; One epic fuck up after the next without any planned season finales. It’s remarkable really...because unlike most naturally unfortunate people who have every right to bitch and moan over their situations, I don’t have an excuse for the trouble I find myself in.
Shitty upbringing aside, I’ve come to realize I’m the sole cause for my own laughable melodramatic existence. No pawns, no quick and easy explanations; Just entirely too much alcohol combined with an apathetic nature. In this latest episode, one can find me quickly dressing back into last night’s attire after spending days avoiding my new girlfriend at every turn, in a mysterious stranger’s hotel room at six thirty five A.M.
Why the fuck are you staring, Sawyer!? That’s the exact opposite of what you SHOULD be doing!
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