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“Jesus, Krys, maybe you wanna talk to me before you hire some sorry-ass, old, fat, suburban bitch to drag around our goddamned bar?� I stopped and had to put a hand to the wall to hold myself up. Sorry-ass, old, fat, suburban bitch. That beautiful man’s words ricocheted around my head causing damage that was so excruciating I knew the way it was inflicted it would never, never heal.
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“Two kinds of women get under your skin. The ones who do damage, they don’t feel good there but once you’re fuckin� stupid enough to let them in you got no choice but to take the time it takes to work them out. Then there are the ones who don’t do damage, who feel good there, feed the muscle, the bone, the soul, not rip it or break it or burn it. The ones you don’t wanna work out.�
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