CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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" What are you doing here? " I can hear the annoyance in my hoarse voice, but I can't seem to find it in me to care. I mean, come on, I'm trying to get rid of the thoughts and forget the memories that he's guilty of having them in the first place, but I can't do that because everywhere I look, he's there.
Ok, he's not at fault for what happened, I'm aware of that. He warned me and didn't act on his desires until I asked him to, but it's hard to admit that I'm a stupid i***t, and it's easier to put the blame on someone else.
" What do you mean what I’m doing here? It’s 10 in the morning! At 11:30 we have to be at the airport, at 15:00 we have the meeting. If we’re late, we won’t be able to depart and we’ll be late -- "
