Chuck left the bar drunk and headed trang chủ with a head full of cluttered thoughts. Blair was gone. Out of his life for good this time, he’d made certain of that. The things he’d said, the way her face had fallen… Another drink sounded good.
The limo driver jumped out of his ghế, chỗ ngồi and ran around to open the door, but Chuck waved him away, feeling suddenly ill at the thought of riding in that car. “I’ll walk,” he said, handing the perplexed driver a tip.
He moved in a daze, not really seeing hoặc hearing anything. His lower half was mostly numb, and he could only partially feel his hands....
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