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... had given up on. The door barely hung from its hinges, the floor groaned like an old whore with bad knees, and the air smelled faintly of mold, piss, and regret.
Which, coincidentally, was also the smell of most of my past relationships. Brutus shouldered the door open, muttering something about "it’ll do," while I fanned myself dramatically with both hands, gagging on the sheer romance of it all.
Of course, he’d called it one of his "old storage rooms" from back when he was stil ...
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