There comes a time, for people like me, when you realise you don't check yourself out in the mirror anymore in the search for bruises you need to cover up. You no longer go over a million excuses in your head so you have a believable one ready for when someone inevitably asks you why you have a black eye. You don't fear returning home. You don't
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Quentin will know I meant him there, right?
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