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Whisker Burn

Previous Part Shit, shit, shit. David beat his fist against the wall, not caring about the damage he was doing as he vented his emotions. He wanted to punch until his hand broke, maybe then he’d feel some semblance of peace. Not fucking likely. The confusion was burning a hole in the pit of his …

Whisker Burn

The last thing I wrote for this story.  Follow the link to read to this point. There are other interesting things under the tabs.  “Another beer?” David pulled a couple of twenties from his jeans and laid them on the bar. “I’ll need a couple more at least, Sam.” The beefy bartender eyed him, pity …