[ How is that fair. Peter just blinks, though, brain slowing, the bottle something to stare at. ] I never forgave him. Not really. Not really really. Not for dad. Not for- telling everyone. Not for saying he'd let me die. And now he's dead. And I still can't let it go.
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Date: 2015-02-21 10:43 pm (UTC)And i'm supposed to have sex? The fuck is that?