Prologue

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The thing I remember most about that night is how quickly it happened. I came home from another dreaded shift at the bar and went to text my girlfriend letting her know I was home.
   The next thing happening was tears streaming from my face and blood from my arms when I saw the words "we're done." In between the short breathes I could muster and already pouring a drink I noticed the time 1am "happy Valentine's day."

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