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Very charming, though. It made me think of him as a mere mortal, like me, and not the super always-in-control-of-everything man he presented himself to be.
Or ran from them. That's how I'd met Chris.
"Let Jolie deal with it," he said, taking my hand and steering me on toward the front door.
When I wasn't doped up on cold medicine and dead to the world, I curled up in the living room mindlessly watching TV or laid in bed despite not actually sleeping.
I've learned to find ways to see myself through the commotion.
But I suddenly began to doubt I'd find a girl who would accept me with them.