His life had been hard and he’d become hard as a result, and so was infinitely unprepared for Debbie.
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The Warrior decided that he had, perhaps, been walking for too long and had begun to stray not only from the path, but from his sanity.
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“Janet, hi, I’m so sorry to just call you out the blue like this. I… I know it’s been a while.”
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She’d broken his heart one too many times and now, like Humpty Dumpty, there was no putting it back together again.
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Ingmar had no idea what to do the day the world locked down.
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“Alright son, let’s do this one more time, from the top. Where were you from 2 am last Wednesday morning?”
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Lying in the bath sipping on of the most expensive bottle of wine he’d ever seen, Derrick said out loud.
“Well, I’m just… breathtakingly fucked.”
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But then the light came in, a golden hand reaching down to lift him from his prison and bring him back to life.
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The barmaid was a tired-looking girl, probably in her mid-20s after a shower, but in that moment she could have been anything from 19 to 47.
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“I always knew… That we were solid. That whatever shit came our way we’d take it on together. That even on days when we hated each other we would take each other’s hands and get through it, together.”