“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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