It took time. Enough time that seedy clubs and sailboats became just her Friday night.
(Thursday night, Wednesday afternoon, Monday morning)
But eventually, Chuck asked why.
(“Why are you doing this, Jenny?”)
He didn’t specify;
(Why Damien? Why drugs?)
he didn’t have to.
He should have seen this coming.
(“I saw that look in your
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