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Chapter 15

Author: Anita Walter
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Owendoesn’t come to see me until two a.m. It’s okay, though, because I’m still up, still furious, and I have the empty plate my burger was served on.

“Hey!” he shouts when the plate hits the wall beside the door as he opens it. He’s forced to briefly retreat to avoid shards of airborne china, but he doesn’t give up, even when I hurl my glass at him. Then, he merely swerves while closing the door behind him. “Ella,” he says, annoyingly reasonable.

“Calm down.”

The two words guaranteed to make me fly even further off the handle. I grab the bundled silverware I never used and hurl it at him. “Fuck you!”

This time, I manage to hit him, but napkin-wrapped cutlery doesn’t inflict the devastating kind of damage I want to. It doesn’t inflict any damage at all, other than making him look momentarily silly as he tries to swat it away.

“I’m sorry, I chose my words poorly.” The way he says it makes it appear like he’s the one who’s been put in a shitty situation and I’m somehow making things wor
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