Even edited down, the story took a while. You promised. I was the one who screamed this time, God, Damian, no more. I'm going now.
Out loud I tried again, though the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that I was going to lose this argument. He touched his face, as if searching it with his fingertips, almost as if he were surprised at what he found. He looks like dumb muscle and talks like a philosopher. I was still hooked up to him emotionally, well, not just emotionally.
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