JezebelTisha wants to talk. I am nervous, but I do have a lot I want to say. We go outside so we can talk more privately. After closing the back door, I sit down on a patio chair. Tisha follows suit. Five minutes of silence pass, aside from the sounds of us breathing and fidgeting in our chairs."Alright. Enough of this," I say irritably. "What do you have to say, Tisha?""I'm sorry, Jezebel," she replies quietly."I bet you are, Tisha... I bet you are," I retort back sarcastically. Tisha stands up and paces back and forth. Tears threaten to spill from her eyes, but I feel no sympathy for her."Jezebel... you have NO idea how difficult these last few years have been," she finally chokes out.I snort. I have no idea? How amusing."Well, then why don't you enlighten me, Tisha," I snarl.She looks at me with a sad look that quickly turns to anger."Fuck you, Jezebel. I don't know why I am wasting my time. You are going to believe what you want to anyway." She heads for the door."Oh, y
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