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We had a really special connection. I’m fairly new in town and not like everyone else, but she just really understood everything I was going through.
This girl had it all. She was beautiful. She had an apartment downtown. She was even a successful lawyer who occasionally helped me out when I had some run-ins with the law.
We were doing so well. The relationship was so strong. But fate had to intervene.
I took her out for a date the other night and I think that’s when things took a turn for the worse. As I was driving us to the restaurant, I was fishing around in my jacket for something and accidentally dropped one of my Molotov cocktails out the window.
Needless to say, this upset her quite a bit and she demanded I let her off so she could walk home. I obliged, thinking I could call her back the next morning to make amends.
She didn’t pick up her phone when I called. I knew something was amiss.
And now…this. I’m still reeling. The pain I’m going through is unbearable. I don’t know if I can go on without her.
But you know, fuck this shit. I think I’m just going to go hit up a strip club with my buddy Brucie.
That’ll take my mind off things.
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