Time to go (sadly)

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Fast forward another month-ish...

I was putting Bandit to bed. "You know daddy will be home tomorrow?" I whispered.
"Will you be there too?"
"No, i have to go. But your daddy will be back in the morning... i don't want to go though. I'll miss you Miss B."
"I'll miss you Mommy."
"Bye Miss B." I said, shutting the light off in her room.
"Bye Mommy." I heard a small sad voice that i'd probably never hear again call out of the darkness.

I walked out, grabbed my phone, laptop, and keys. I was about to grab my CD when i thought better of it. I took a piece of paper and taped it to the front. I wrote, "For Miss B." And left it on the counter. I walked through the now oh-so-familiar house one more time, then finally walked out the front door. I put my headphones on, not wanting to think as i drove home.

Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs
I don't need it, but I'll sell what you got
Take the cash and I'll keep it
Eight legs to the wall
Hit the gas, kill them all
And we crawl, and we crawl, and we crawl
You be my detonator

Love, gimme love, gimme love
I don't need it, but I'll take what I want from your heart
And I'll keep it in a bag, in a box
Put an X on the floor
Gimme more, gimme more, gimme more
Shut up and sing it with me...

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