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Tyler I sat in a plush booth drinking a milkshake sadly. I was past pathetic. Looking up at the sound of someone sitting a cross from me I looked to see Keith and I smiled. "What up man?" He stared at me. "Why are you still here?" Looking at him like he was nuts. "What?" Keith slapped a hand on the table. "Are you forgetting that you're going home to a cold and empty bed?" I glared at him. "Of course not...she's gone mate and I don't deserve to have her back." Keith was quite for a whole minute before he said, "Damn I should punch you in the face!" I jerked back at the look he gave me. "What?" He rolled his eyes. "What have you done to convince yourself that you aren't good enough to have Samantha. Please tell me." Keith sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. I played with my f

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