He had enough, he was done. He was a shitty person, a horrible boyfriend, a sorry excuse for a parent, and he lets everyone down. He brought all his weapons in from the Caddie, and started cleaning them. There was so many options to end it…
He picked up his hunting knife, then ran a rage over the blade. He then looked at it. That’s one way, it would be slow, but who cares anymore?
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She nodded. “Yeah um, I can’t either…”
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“Don’t plan to.”
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Kurt stared at the keys wondering why on earth the man gave them to him. Setting them down he was hopping off the chair...
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R nodded. “Good…man. Soldier. Kee…p fighting.”
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It was like a sharp pull, dragging him into the house again even though he now had his own. Something had made him come...
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