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... on the steps of Emiliano’s apartment.
I must have punched the door with my fists over and over again- nonstop until my bones crushed and after.
Nonetheless, it was for nothing. Luther didn’t open the door and I don’t blame him for it.
When Emiliano caught us, I did nothing but hide behind Luther from his wrath.
A coward. A wimp. A man who doesn’t deserve a second chance.
So I got myself up, no shoes on my feet, no dignity left and went to the only person I ...
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