CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
I could no longer watch the television, I looked at the time it said eleven-thirty. My old man said he would be back today but as always he never kept his word. I was still giving him the benefit of doubt after all it wasn't twelve yet. I was tempted to call him again but I know the twenty missed calls I left were a little absurd so I waved the thought away. I stood and walked to the kitchen, I needed a drink and by drink, I meant the orange juice in the refrigerator. I was pissed, I had specifically told him I would wait for him. He never put me first, it was funny that no matter how many times this happened I want to believe him, I always want to believe in him. I took out the plastic jug and poured some in a glass cup, I picked up the cup and gulped so hard a little spilled down the
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