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Chapter 12: Mended bridges
"I already told you it was not going to end up well, what were you think Tom?" Cynthia yelled as she pressed the swab filled with spirit on his lip.
"He wasn't thinking, that was what." Aunt Delilah said, "That hottie should have bashed your head in."
"Aunt!" Florence said in warning. She had been so disappointed in her son. She couldn't imagine how he would do such a thing.
"You all don't understand me. It's tough being the only male in a household of women. She played me. Told me she didn't like it when she was touched and there she was allowing that creep to touch her all over. She fooled all of us!" He continued to struggle which made Cynthia pressed the wool down on his lips.
"Ouch! Are you here to help me or hurt me?" He asked, pushing the swab away.
"If I could just smash your head in I would. All this time I have been thinking that you were a good candidate for my friend. That she
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