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They say time heals everything. Bullshit. Time is a quiet bastard who just takes things without warning.
Before, time was something I killed in a cheap room with a mattress that smelled like cigarettes and a woman who smelled bad choices.
The sex was raw, loud, dirty, like Dark. Not like those catalog fantasies, no.
It was sweat, nails stuck in the back, swollen lips from biting.
And then life fucked me up. I became a millionaire