Chapter 22 The Guilt
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Updated : Dec 10th, 2020
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Just bloody marvelous!
DRAWING slow and steady breaths, I faked a smile. My knuckles whitened around the glass of scotch while I stared down the dance floor.
Brett kept glancing at me once in a while, then focused back on waitress’ arse who served our drinks. She kept coming back asking if we wanted something, and I tried hard not to roll my eyes.
“You should loosen your hand on the glass, Linton. It breaks in a moment if you keep on gripping as if your life depends on it,”...
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