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Charlie sat in the small shack. He really did appreciate it. It was small, smaller than JuanaFlippa's room. He didn't deserve anything bigger.
He rubbed the beading tears from his eyes as he sat knees to chest by the door. He couldn't get his mind off of earlier that night. Singing JuanaFlippa's lullaby to Tallulah. It felt wrong. Almost like he had replaced her. It felt right. He had a second chance.
Not with Flippa, which he regrets. He left JuanaFlippa with his bitch wife again. Why did he think it would be any different?
No. He had a second chance to redeem himself. To be a better father. To show Flippa he could've done better.
"I'm blue..." He whispered. His voice trailed off into shuddering breaths. He hugged his knees closer to his chest and buried his head between them.
"Dabadee..." He was tired. So so tired of it all. This all had started because his bitch wife doesn't know what the word 'careful' means.
"Dabadie..." He didn't want to see Mariana at the trial. If she even bothered to show up.
He'd try to make things right like he'd failed to do in eggxile.
For JuanaFlippa.
It was always for JuanaFlippa.