The Professional Bed Warmer
No matter how easy it was for him to dump me.
I did see the hope in Oscar's eyes when he saw Ghazi was there, shooting bullets, and rescuing him. The man didn't even look my way. Okay, maybe it was his swollen eye that prevented him from doing that, but still, I was petty enough to want him to acknowledge my existence. And my pettiness cost me my left arm. I got hit, fortunately, it was just a graze, a big one at that but I made do by slapping a Band-Aid, well there were several Band-Aids but it had stopped bleeding. I think. I didn't care enough to check.
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