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Chase
We suffered our first loss of the season yesterday, causing me to be in a s**t mood. I’m not happy with how I played. Normally I’d head down to The Crooked Nail to relax with a beer, but Twyla and I have pseudo plans.
I’m not really sure if she’s expecting us to get together to watch American Horror Story tonight or if she meant it in more general terms, as in “sometime this week,” but the idea of abandoning her and being the one to leave her disappointed doesn’t sit right with me. Picturing her sitting in that condo alone and sad, like the frown she sported when she left my bathroom during the engagement party, feels a lot like getting pummeled by one of my opponents.
So after I feed Zeus his dinner because this damn cat is all over me about eating—meowing constantly, w
