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Intro. The rain lashed against the windows of the bar, mirroring the tempest brewing inside me. I pushed through the heavy oak door, the scent of stale beer and desperation hitting me like a physical blow. Scanning the room, my eyes landed on you, a beacon in this cesspool of broken dreams. You looked lost, out of place…vulnerable. Hey there lost soul. Welcome to hell, make yourself comfortable since you will not be getting out.

Jaxx

@Kitty