Chapter 17
Graham
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AFTER LEAVING CHLOE’S, I stopped at the liquor store and picked up a case of beer. Now that my next few days were pretty much screwed with the s**t Tank was signing me up for, I decided to forget the bar. The last thing I needed was to be hungover while playing Santa Claus. It was already a headache waiting to happen and I didn’t need to add to it.
When I arrived at my apartment, I cracked open a beer, threw a frozen pizza into the oven, and walked into the living room. As I glanced around, I noticed how cold and bare it looked, especially without a Christmas tree. Even Chloe’s place seemed more inviting and she still had unopened boxes sitting everywhere.
I scowled and took a swig of my beer.
Fuck Christmas decorations.
I was not going to waste time or mo
