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Grit
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I wanted to go after her. At the same time I wanted her to leave. Long ago I promised a friend that I'd give her the letter, if she ever came looking for him. I promised that I'd tell her how loved she was, and that we, the band, we'd always take care of her. That's how we did things. We took care of our kind. Yet I'd lusted after her, played games with her mind, and been more callous with her than I'd ever been, to any of the women I'd f****d through out my life. And now I wondered why I hadn't seen it. Why didn't I know?
And hurt in her eyes. I saw her eyes move across the disgusting love bites that marred my skin. f**k.
I pushed Patrick aside. He stood there, staring me down, looking at me as if to say, 'You stupid bastard.' I headed to the b
