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Bragging Rights
She's watching me again. I can feel her amber eyes burrowing into my soul, but somehow I can't stop the words from leaking out of my mouth. If only Havoc had stopped his stupid whining then I wouldn't be in this predicament. I don't want her to know of my shame, yet I'm sitting here bragging about it now. Havoc is amazed by how many woman I've added to my tally, but I can see that every notch has brought me a step farther away from the woman I care for the most. He looks at me as if I'm some great prophet, but her eyes glow with pain. Why can't I tame my tongue? Why must I continue to hurt her like this? Damn you, Havoc.
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A/N: Mustang doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who would take responsibility for his own idiocy.