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Making the Right Choice
Dante Sunday morning comes bright and early to the bed I custom-ordered so long ago to hold the random women I was f*****g. When I wake up next to a naked, f****d-out El, covered in bruises she begged me for from neck to knee, my first thought is that I’ve never asked her if the mattress is comfortable. She’s going to be my wife, the mother of my children. So much of our life is still mine. I kiss her sleeping cheek and roll over to check my phone for mattresses that allow people to adjust both sides to their comfort. I should’ve known. My screen is covered with notifications. Capos, allies, people from the funeral. Tony. I open his first. Cal called me too. I set up a meeting with him and a triad representative to talk. I’ll roll your ass out of bed if I have to. I snort. Cal Duncan i
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