Mrs. Hunt for 30 days
"Fucking a hooker who looks nothing like your ex? Bro, are you kidding me right now?"
I straightened my back, setting down my mug.
"There was something about that girl," I insisted. "She looked so much, so fucking much like Mitchelle. Identical, just a few minor dissimilarities."
Vincent let out a huge laugh, and the sound echoed through the dining room.
"Man, you are clearly mad," he stated, shaking his head. "She doesn't look like Chelley at all."
"She does," I argued firmly. "You just don't know it yet because you weren't looking at her the way I was."