Pick-Me-Up

‘Will…’

‘Don’t fucking
‘Will…’ me. I’m passed it, Danielle - I don’t know what more I can say to you. I love you but...almost every night! Every night…’

‘I’m sorry…’ I grumble, half heartedly. And I am sorry, though probably not for the reason he’s shouting.


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It's not the first time I've ended up in Will's apartment trashed. And it's not the first time he's reacted like this. I mean, it's a good thing that guilt trips don't work on me - and an even better thing that white doesn't actually blind you.

Vodka on the other hand...whatever. You'll see for yourself.

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    Submitted 04.10.2008