“We all go through this you know.”
Jeff blinks, half-awake, there’s fresh blood pumping in his system, but he’s still recovering. Still limp and weak as an over cooked noodle.
For hours now, he’s been laying here, staring at the ceiling of this crappy hotel in the middle of who the fuck knows. Judging by the scent of heat, sweat and sand, he’d wager
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