[ Sharkface feels his breath hitch. God, that's pathetic. He can't even keep his cool. This is nothing. He survived. Only some bruises to show for it. That's nothing.
Nothing.
He shifts, curling into Drake, and wraps his arm around the man. He wants to just - stop. Not be here anymore. ]
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Nothing.
He shifts, curling into Drake, and wraps his arm around the man. He wants to just - stop. Not be here anymore. ]
This fucking place.
[ All this bullshit. ]
It got under my skin.