Her Need
The gritty anger that surrounded him revealed its truth; she didn’t want to keep him, wasn’t interested in his ability to provide for her and was sure that she had used him.
The gritty anger that surrounded him revealed its truth; she didn’t want to keep him, wasn’t interested in his ability to provide for her and was sure that she had used him.
Okay, listen, let’s get one thing straight before we go on. I loved my father. He loved me. I couldn’t help his natural appetites. My step-mother was there, yes but if he would have said ‘hey, I’m tired tonight I’ll see you in the morning,’ he may have lived longer. I suppose he died of what we all die of; free will.
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