That's Not Even Possible
"How could I be so dumb for doing all of those horrible things to her?" Jerry scolded himself while he's lying down on his bed and staring at his white ceiling. His arms and legs sprawled out, occupying all the corner of the bed. The cold wind going through his open balcony hitting his skin and he could tell that Christmas is drawing near but his life is still in disarray. Rosie left the house to pick up the boys and he's honestly thankful for that because he couldn't take it anymore. Being around the woman he hurt giving him difficulty to breath. He thinks that he don't deserve to breath the same air that Rosie inhaling and filling her lungs with oxygen. Or if he could simply put it in a way that people could understand his feelings. Rosie could simply take his breath away. He shifted,
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