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“Where the hell do you think you’re going, Williams?” “There’s an emergency,” I told him. “I need to go home.” “You leave me now with a crowd like this, don’t come back,” d**k growled. I leaned forward and stared him down, which was pretty easy considering the guy was hardly more than five feet tall. On good days I thought of him as a hobbit. Tonight he was just a troll. “I need to take care of my son,” I said coldly, using my deadliest troll-killing voice. “Let go of my arm. Now. I’m leaving.” Driving home took at least a year. I kept trying to call ava, but nobody answered. When I reached our ancient apartment building, I tore up the wooden stairs to the top floor, shaking with a weird mixture of rage and fear. ava’s place was right across from my little studio, and while my thighs
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