(There’s little on this page but a crimson stain where wine has spilt across the page and been carelessly blotted up. Whatever had been written has dissolved away, save for a single statement that appears to have been written in a very heavy hand, and underscored twice.)
…if he’s going to fuck around behind my back, I’ll damned well screw him over…
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