Promise.

Promise.

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"Rae, please. Open the door I'm begging you. Please." he choked, on the verge of tears. He slid against the door to the floor, crying. I almost stopped, I almost regretted doing this to myself, but this didn't concern him. This was between me, my bastard that I CALLED a boyfriend, and.... my razor.
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