“Have you moved on?” Breacan couldn’t help the question. There was something akin to disbelief in his eyes as he looked at Bobby. “You allow him to take care of you, now. You went to him willingly even drunk. He is still present here, when you can find another to take care of you. Then there is myself.”
He took a drag from the cigarette and looked down,
“I do not know, what to make of my resemblance to him.”
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Date: Oct. 23rd, 2008 08:27 am (UTC)From:He took a drag from the cigarette and looked down,
“I do not know, what to make of my resemblance to him.”