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Dominic stood there, dead inside. You could see it in his eyes, hey were empty, souless, like when your life has gone to shot and- oh wait that is what happened... Not only was his dream to be happily married and rings and all that, no his relationship was a contract written in blood, well tatoo. It's like everything he said to Joe had no meaning. For if he gets so reckless when drunk he more iresponable than Joe and Gordon put together.

What he wanted to do is slam his head on the sink over and over did he died, or just yelled to he'll with this I'm going to Mexico! Instead, he grit his teeth, and turned on the water on the sink to rise off his hands and face. After putting his glasses back on he truly thought it could not get any worse for him. Then, the left lens of his glasses for no reason cracked.

Dominic's cracking point: 10%

"Scrach that Joe, do what ever you please." he said having the faith sucked out of his voice.

He turned to Nat and gave her a smile, "Dear Mistress, is there anything else you would like to tell me?"