Theodore The whiskey burned going down my throat but did nothing to dull the words still ringing in my head. "Maybe I'm tired of you thinking you can fix everything. I have a life outside of you, Theodore. Not everything can be solved by your money or your influence." I drained the glass and signaled for another. "Easy." Matthew's voice came from beside me where he nursed his own drink, "That's your fourth drink in what? Twenty minutes?" "I'm counting." I grunted as the bartender slid another whiskey across the polished wood. Mathew's hand shot out to snatch the drink but I grabbed it quickly before he could, shooting him a glare. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No." The silence stretched between us. Around us was the low murmur of conversation from other patrons and the clink of glasses in the bar. The bar was
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