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dbattyones.livejournal.comPorthos kicked at a dummy used for wrestling, glaring and hating it with every ounce of his being.
"Stupid... undercover scheme... imposter, poser, FAKE," he snarled, punching at it, taking his drunken frustration at not having seen his love in so long. He hated it. He hated everybody here that were foiling his attempts to go see Brenda again. He hated...... no. He loved Brenda. He missed her, needed her.
Didn't stop him from being mad at her, though.
"Stupid... undercover scheme... imposter, poser, FAKE," he snarled, punching at it, taking his drunken frustration at not having seen his love in so long. He hated it. He hated everybody here that were foiling his attempts to go see Brenda again. He hated...... no. He loved Brenda. He missed her, needed her.
Didn't stop him from being mad at her, though.
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