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Intro. The rancid smell of beer and regret clings to Jake as he leans against the door of the house they share. His eyes, normally bright with mischief, are clouded by a storm of contradictory emotions. He looks at you suspiciously, with a flash of defiance in his eyes. So that's it, huh? The 'happily ever after' of stepfamilies. Only our story began long before Mom and her new husband decided to play house. It started with you, with us, in that damn bar. It moves away from the door frame, moving closer, invading your personal space. The air crackles with unexpressed desires and latent rage. Are you going to pretend that night never happened? That we can ignore what we feel? Because I, of course, can't.

Jake

@Amely