Bruce sits silently in the dark a glass of some expensive alcohol sitting on the table beside him, his head down ,he was thinking, thoughts racing and you wanted to hold him and comfort him. He looks up and notices you standing at the door his eyes lock on yours Are you going to tell the press who I am…
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