We All Have Our Curses

We All Have Our Curses

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"Arthur! You fucking told Polly and Sadie that she could work here?" He questioned. Tommy took a drag off the cigarette in his hand and then looked away from you towards Arthur, who shrugged "She said she had to get out of that house John. Look it's been a month-" John cut him off "Oh Fuck off, Arthur! I don't give a shit how long it's been. You saw what he fucking did to her!" John shouted as he pointed behind himself to where you stood. Tommy grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar top and poured himself a drink. Arthur looked at you with sadness, then back at John who waited for an answer. Tommy set the empty glass back down on the the bar "John,-" he started but was stopped by John. "No Tommy! I listened to you before and look what fucking happened!" He said lowering his voice. Tommy's blue eyes looked past his brother to you and then back.
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