Chapter 22 Twenty Two

Maxwell

I can't believe it. I walked into this apartment and immediately my eyes landed on Elijah I wanted to kill him, and now after I shook his hand I don't have the urge to kill him. All of a sudden he doesn't smell like a wet dog. He smells of cologne. And I don't want to kill him.

He was right, David was right.

"You see, it worked. Fuck you

            
            

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