“That’s fine, Joe, we’re not together. We’re nothing,” she choked out. “So why don’t you go right ahead and fuck Danielle, with her nice legs and shop-bought bottle blonde hair!” “What gave you the impression that I haven’t fucked her?” Molloy’s sharp intake of breath assured me that I had gone too far. “Listen, I didn’t mean to,” I began to say, but she didn’t stick around to listen. Instead, she pushed her chair back and stood up, walking silently from the room. The fact that she didn’t even slam the classroom door behind her let me know that I had, indeed, fucked up in a colossal way.
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