HIS DEADLY FACADE: I BECAME THE OPPRESSOR OBSESSION

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my plastic bag at him. "How the h

y fast reflexes-and groaned, pullin

is a

acity to wear 'that' smile, the one that usually had me melting

ime... or

y believed him. I dragged my palm over my face, the tears already beginning to bubble in the corner of my eyes. I already knew the answer to the question I was about to ask next, but I did so anyways. Perhaps a vain hoo

his neck awkwardly, then

through in the past 5 years after your screw up?" The ground was suddenly spinning under my feet. I marched up to hi

s expression becomi

the court." My knees turned to water, and it took

, you

n, picked up my plastic bag, and threw it back at me. "Th

shed over me. There was no hint of shame o

ce alone was twisting my stomach, but he gr

to?" he said, a shift in his voice and

. Away from you! I'll take

sound that sounded as pleasant

ered. "There's nothing left of that so-

st I would have if he wasn't sti

f into exhaustion day in and day out, picking jobs that other people wouldn't touch

have been for nothi

, went to the kitchen, and looked through some cabinets bef

was

bring $200,0

ng to hope, I asked him, "Wa

huck

upid. I've never e

n my mind, thinking of all those times I'd lent him money, thos

I took

together, that I was saving a bo

several times, and the

e she wa

, baby, now that I've been honest,

ivered a hook to his jaw. He wa

r he'd just used to cheat on me, hold

at

the envelope. My eyes explored the apartment that was basically collapsing

y was an earthquake of emoti

was left of my stren

. You're a vile, awful man an

see my tears, mourning

orida aimlessly until night fell and the air

e that was a mere crumb c

eight years was nothing

s-of a future, of the fam

I go fr

it... Nothing eve

e in the face. I heard the screeching of ty

red my vision a

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