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Maddox
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THE NEXT COUPLE of days were tough, especially at night. I had never felt so utterly f****d over by someone I cared about. The only way that I could sleep was with alcohol, which was dangerous in my current mind-set. Many times I had to stop myself from calling her by looking at the photos again. I had to remind myself of what she was really about and it hurt like hell. But, I was determined to put her behind me and move forward.
I had to.
And then Thursday morning came.
I’d forgotten that Chuck had accepted a job at the shop, so when I walked into the office and saw her with the manager, everything came rushing back. Including my rage.
“Hi, Maddox,” Rob said, noticing me.
“Hi, Rob,” I replied, avoiding all eye-contact with Chuck, although I’d gotten a good look
