Farewell contracts

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I slap on a generous amount of ointment on my hands. Apparently, they’re infected now which I sort of figured. I got a lecture from Slim's sister Evelyn on why you shouldn’t keep foreign objects in your body. I wasn’t fucking planning on keeping glass in their for the rest of my life, I had bigger issues to deal with, so yeah it got a little infected, big deal, I didn’t need a lecture.

Julian will be here soon so we could talk about my “irrational decision” with Colombia. Don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about my decision, I’m not partnering with some deceiving prick.

I texted Millie earlier today and I almost wish I didn’t. She was so short with me, she could’ve just been busy but I’d be naive to believe that, she was purposely doing it. Did she really not want to talk to me or was it a front? Either way, it hurt.

There’s a knock on the door, I walk over and turn the handle.

I could punch Julian in the fucking face right now, he’s here with Tank, Adria, and Penelope.

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