“Oh my god,” she cried, reaching up to clutch her face with her hands. “You don’t get it. You just don’t fucking get it!” “Get what?” I roared, losing my cool. “You know what? I don’t know why I’m even listening to this shit.” I shook my head and turned away, furious with myself for letting her get under my skin. “We’re not a couple, Molloy. I’m not your boyfriend. We are not together. Do you hear me? We are nothing.” “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-blond hair!”
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