Dear Diamond
Alcohol didn't metabolize quite the same way a steak did, and if I didn't get some protein in my gut soon, my head would pound.
My apartment might be sparse, but my food supply was ample. I didn't give a shit about having things. I did, however, care about eating well-prison did that to a man. There was no telling what Nikki would or wouldn't eat; girls were finicky that way. For all I knew, she was on some fad diet that kept her thin and wouldn't eat gluten, or everything had to be keto-something. I rolled my eyes, contemplating the shit women put themselves through to maintain the public standard of attractive. Personally, I didn't buy into it. Gorgeous came in lots of shapes and sizes, an
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