the end

He holds your hand in both of his, sitting on that cracked top step, his face grim and vulnerable with tender resolution. “It’ll work out. I’ll work it out.”

You stand before him, panic quickening your heart. “What are you saying?”

“I’ll move.”

He meets your eyes, his conviction exposed, and your breath is gone. But surely he knew?

Surely he knew this was the end.

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the beginning and the end

Ok.

Let’s start at the beginning.

That’s what you want, right? That’s why we’re here?

Damn. I’ll be honest, that still hurts. Got a nice swing to that left, haha.

Ok, you’re right. You ask the questions, I’m the one in the chair with the broken nose. Pretty sure it’s broken anyway. You been practicing?

Hey, all I’m saying is, it’s been a while. Hasn’t it? It’s been a while.

So.

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