183 - One Hundred Eighty Three

Breaker Whiskey

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Okay, even if Harry—

Well, I’m still alive and with what is looking like a pretty serious situation on my hands. Junior is clearly here because of me. And if Harry ran from the house because he showed up, then she must have been thinking the same thing I’m thinking which is that he wasn’t dropping by for a cup of tea.

What does he want? What would I want if I were him?

I’d want back to the real world. I’d want my dad back. I want to punish those who took him from me in the first place.

You know, even after all the “you are the stone” business I still thought…maybe this wasn’t me. Maybe it’s the choice that Harry made, the one she kept from me for six years, that broke us off into some alternate version of the future. After all, she's the one who—and if she’d just told me then then maybe I wouldn’t have—

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I guess it doesn’t really matter. Because it really was me, wasn’t it? This was all my fault. It wouldn’t be him—it wouldn’t be Billings son who’s here if this was all about what Harry did.

I have to assume the worst, I think. Both about what Junior—god, I guess I am just calling him that now—wants and about…about Harry.

I think I’m going to—

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Fuck, I guess I really can’t talk about that shit on here, can I? I can’t work through my problems or plans out loud, at least not before I’ve done them.

I never could have expected that would be so lonely. To keep my thoughts to myself. But it is.

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