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18 - Memories
Luke Dakota didn’t show up to work the next morning, and he dodged my calls the entire day. I went home pissed and ready to unleash my fury on the first person who crossed my path. I continued to call Dakota throughout the evening and into the night, but not once did he answer my calls. My glass of whiskey never fully emptied, because I kept adding more to it until I was fall-down drunk and didn’t have a choice but to let sleep consume me. I ended up passing out on the living room floor, wearing nothing but a thin, black robe. I woke-up the next morning with a splitting headache, but that wasn’t going to stop me from finding Dakota and demanding an explanation for being blown off. After taking a quick shower, I dressed in my normal business attire, then I made my way t
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