“Oh my fucking god!” Gibsie roared, clearly livid. “If any of you have a problem with being here, then get back in your cars and leave!” Gesturing behind him to where Claire had hurried off, he added, “Think very carefully about your next move, because if you’re coming, then you’re going to be happy. You’re going to smile, and you’re going to have a good bastard time. You’re going to eat the cake, you’re going to sing all the happy fucking birthdays, and you’re going to thank that girl for spending the last bloody month organizing this trip for your unworthy asses!” Exhaling heavily, he looked
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