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Let GoThey tell me it's up to me to end this.

Maybe they don't say it outright, but I can tell by the way they keep looking at me as they pass me by. 'It's your responsibility', their eyes keep telling me, 'and if you don't end it it ain't never gonna end.'

How dare they. How dare they put this all on my shoulders, not just my team, but his team as well.

But it's up to me to end it, says popular opinion. They tell me these kind of things and they wonder why I go through Scrumpy like water. If they had this kind of pressure on them, I'd like to see any of those lads stay sober.

It's got to end somehow, though. He can't win this fight. There's no

by ~indyrabbit in Short Stories

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