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Right and Wrong
DAMIEN Ten minutes after Ella left the restaurant, I heard the guy who had thrown Jason out tell Sandy that he gave Ella the night off, and tomorrow. I assumed he was the manager. I finished my beer, making up some lame excuse to the guys about my dog, and left. I'm not sure why, but I needed to go find Ella, make sure she was okay. Which was dumb, because of course she wasn't. Who would be after that? I pulled out the parking lot more aggressively than I meant to, nearly backing into a pickup. Taking a calming breath, I focused on my driving. I was so f*****g pissed off it wasn't even funny. I would be eternally grateful to the manager for throwing Jason out when he did; Two more seconds of his drunk ranting, and I'd have done a lot worse. Hearing him publicly humiliate Ella had my b
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