Chapter -181
He thinks this too. I'm right then, somewhere. It didn’t still relieve me, but there was a new prospect in my thinking. It's best for the future if he leaves. And as much as it pains me to accept it, he deserves someone who not as messed up as I am.The door slowly swung open backing by the low creaking voice as the floorboard rubbed beneath the door on that silent neighborhood by Gannon in his flared gait, as if he just woke up from a four-hour long sleep or even better, he is dead drunk. He, he needed some assistant. Either way, he is messed up, literally and metaphorically. His hair seemed to be dancing with the wind and playing with the soldiers on his shoulder, though there weren’t any. His eyes seemed redly tinged, and face dried up. Even his lips were turning a paler sh
