Oct 8, 2015
“Why would you do this to me, Donald?” I say softly into the receiver; tears flowing freely down my face. “Excuse me??” He replies, coughing a little. He seems to be sitting up in bed. “You brought her back? To rub it in my fucking face?!” I reply, pacing back and forth. “Shit!!!” He mutters, “Tonia told you?!” He asks “Wasn’t she supposed to?!” “I am sorry, I was going to tell you. I wanted…
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