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Hey there pretty brown eyes 😛!!!!

2 weeks later...

Kimberly ❤️

"Are you sure this is what you wanna do?" My lawyer, Julie, asked.

I hesitantly nod.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sure." I say.

She looks at me for a while, before sighing and standing up from behind her desk. She went to the file cabinet and opened it. I watched her file through several vanilla folders, before pulling out a vanilla folder with PRESCOTT written in big bold black letters.

She sat back down across from me, opening the vanilla folder. She pulled out a stack of papers and took a black pen from her cup of pens/pencils.

She put a couple marks on the papers, before turning them toward me.

"Every line with an X is where your signature goes." She explained.

I nod, taking the pen from her.

"I'm going to ask you again Kim, are you sure you wanna do this?" She asked me once again.

I chew on the left corner of my lower lip.

"Yes." I say.

She sighs.

"Okay. Sign here." She said.

I signed on that page.

"Here." She said, turning the page.

I sign. She continues turning the page until all 5 pages are signed with my signature.

"Now the decision is up to you; would you like for me to call him in and have him sign? Or would you prefer otherwise?" She asked.

I took a second to think about it, agreeing to the second option.

"So you prefer to deliver them personally?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am." I say, not rethinking my choice.

She nods. She grabs a red folder and puts the papers into it. She then hands me the folder.

"You can turn them in whenever you get the chance, no rush." She explained.

I nod.

"See you...whenever." She said.

I sigh and nod once again. I place the folder into my brown Chanel purse.

"Thanks Julie." I say.

"No problem. Good luck Kim." She said.

I stand up.

"Thanks. I'm gonna need it." I say.

I then head for the door.

*****

Dak walked in the door at around 1AM. And he looked worn out. I shook my head in disappointment.

He didn't even have practice today...so how? I mean I know, but really bro?

"Dak, that's the 4th time this week." I say.

He groaned, throwing his head back.

"You were keeping count?" He asked.

I nod. He sighs.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Why don't you just stop? You know you're hurting me, but you just won't stop. Do you enjoy this?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

"So why do you keep doing it?" I ask.

"I honestly don't know." He answered.

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