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Chapter Seven

After a horrible night of tossing and turning, I called in sick for my Saturday shift at the café. I couldn’t afford to miss a shift, but I was barely moving on my own two feet and needed to rest. The events of the previous evening, the situation with Knox, and my ridiculous project had depleted me of all desire to move. I let the guilt, shame, and frustration wash over me all weekend until I had built up enough resolve to see the project through, one last hit to finish him off.

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Chapter Six

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Chapter Eight

It snuck up on me, or maybe it was there all along. Maybe the reason I hated Knox had a lot less to do with the circumstances in my life,...


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