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Chapter 50: Prince Of The City

"Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck."

"Mouth what the fuck? She'd scared me awake with her screaming, there were torn books and magazines all over the place and her pillow was a feathery mess on the floor.

"What's gong on?"

"I can't do this shit, it's driving me fucking crazy."

"What's driving you crazy babe?"

"All this wedding shit, I'm buried under tulle and organza and what the fuck...."

"Buried, who's buried, who'd you ice now Mouth?" Why that should cause crazy lady to try to brain me with a lamp is anybody's guess but that's what I get for sleeping with a nut job.

"Nobody's been buried you ass, it's material, it's what they make wedding dresses out of. I can't, I just....arrgggghhhhhhh....." I was off the bed and pulling her into me before she could pull her hair out at the roots.

"Stop baby, what's going on?" I tried talking over her screams and pulling her hands out of her hair.

"Mommy, I want my mommy."

"What the fuc
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