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Will any of those things get done tonight?

Absolutely fucking not.

I’ll lie here all night, holding my girl for as long as I can. Until she wakes up complaining about feeling gross and sticky.

Why?

Because I know what it’s like to be without her.

The emptiness. The loneliness. The numbness.

The feeling of dread that every day without her brings.

I’ll spend the rest of my life being better for her.

People have learned to call me Colt.

But I’ll always be her devil.