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The drive into the centre of town was spent listening to Galina and Nikolaj bicker. Their arguments went round and round, making Andre dizzy.
“Shut the f**k up,” he yelled at them from the backseat of the Jeep. He held his thumping head between shaking hands. “Who the f**k cares if she’ll take you back. Your brother is dead. Shouldn’t you be mourning him? I thought you loved your brother oh so f*****g much. But you seem to be more interested in getting back into her pants than you do about the revenge you swore.” Andre exhaled all the air he had in his lungs. His hands were still shaking from his detox and could quite happily have killed them both for some H, but the pain wasn’t as severe as it had been, and his body didn’t seem to be craving it as much anymore.
“Shut up,” they both
