he trailer I shared with three other roughnecks was just as I' d left it-cramped, stuffy, smell
othes, a worn copy of Chopin' s Nocturnes, and a small, framed photo of my paren
flew open. It was Gabby.
. "You' re just going to leave? Again? You' re abandoning
around. I jus
abby. And I never lef
at her, my expr
ver, Ms.
eyes widened, the color draining from her
desperate hunger. She rushed toward me, gra
e trembling. "Good. Then you know yo
It wasn't an act of passion; it was an act of owners
isgusted. "I don' t
a cruel smile playing on his lips. He pulled Gabby awa
ey said, his voice smooth as
tching the scene with leering eyes. He gave a subtle, almost i
expression a mixture of hatred and something else, something I couldn' t d
like the boss wants us to teach you
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