To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
It was selfish, it was cruel, it was unforgivable.
I lay there, numb, exhausted, the weight of my loss pressing down on me, threatening to crush me. The pain was a dull ache, a constant throbbing in my chest, a heavy weight pressing down on my soul. But amidst the pain, amidst the despair, there was a growing sense of resolve, a quiet determination to move on, to rebuild my life, to create a future for myself, independent of them, independent of their cruelty.
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