It was him.
It was the man with the callouses and the bottle and the God awful balance. It was the man that a littler version of me felt the need to escape from.
It was him. It was him. It was him.
And apparently that dream wasn't a fantasy at all. It was a sad, tragic reality.
So after screaming for a whole minute and a half, I began crying, throwing my head back against my stiff hospital bed and yelling get the hell out, get the hell away from me.
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