SCARLETT“Tell me you’ve got news?” Maeve practically pushed the stylist out of her way as I walked into the studio, “tell me you’ve worked some magic and bridged the gap between me and the love of my life?”I couldn’t tell her any of those things. The only gap I’d bridged between her and the love of her life was that between mine and his genitals while we engaged in aggressively wild and degrading sex.“I’m sorry, Maeve, I don—”“Please, please, please, no negative words,” she shushed me loudly, “my therapist asked me not to listen to any of that if I wanted to stay afloat in these trying times until I and Alex are reunited.”So, Maeve isn’t just delusional, she’s paying some asshole to help her feed into them? Great.“I don’t mean to be negative, I just haven’t gotten through to him yet,” I lowered myself into a seat before guilt would knock me off my lying feet.Maeve blew a raspberry and sunk into the seat beside me, “well, that’s the one thing we have in common. I’ve had no luck g
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