December 2011
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I woke up with my hands balled up in fists, nails dug deep into my palms. Adam was still sleeping so I went outside to the closed up pool. Jo was there sitting on one of the lounge chairs, he barely looked up at me. I asked him if he was still mad at me for killing the Classic, still nothing. Fine let him be mad. Let him keep thinking I’m some grand fuck up.
We sat there in silence for at...