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I'm going to the backseat of my car with the woman I love, and I won't be back for TEN MINUTES
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There was no yelling involved, at all.
Just a realisation by me that I'd fucked up, and a desire to do whatever I could to fix it. I realise that not every mistake we make can be completely erased, but in this instance, everything that was within my power to do, has been done. |
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