"Open up the door, Red?" called Kara to Ava, who had locked herself inside. "You're making it worse. Don't call me 'Red,'" replied Ava from the inside. "Just open up. Let's talk about it." In a few attempts, Ava came and opened the door, then led Kara to the couch. "You want to go in? There, go on. I will stay seated here in peace." "Don't be so mad at me." "What do you want me to do, congratulate you for making Martha happy? Oh, thank you." "You're being dramatic, Ava." "What can I say? Have you seen me mad? This is me mad, and I just can't get over that fact," explained Ava, pointing at her face. "You want me to apologize? I will, even though what I did is right. I feel it in my heart." "The heck, Kara," snapped Ava, getting up from the couch. "What you don't think I get is the fact that Martha is my girlfriend and what we did was wrong. I do get it, and you should have in the first place. You shouldn't have asked me to sleep with you in the first place. As for now, you thi
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