“Let’s get something straight—you’re not allowed to talk about her fucking anyone. Not me, not someone else, not anyone. Got it?” He rolls his eyes. “You just told me she’s a sex addict—” “I don’t give a shit,” I say coldly. “She’s still my girlfriend. She’s still Lily. And I’m not anywhere near comfortable talking about this with you.” “Maybe she’s just a slut,” my father says, clearly ignoring me. “Ever think of that? I could punch him. I think I could. But I don’t. I use my words, just like he taught me. “I’m going to say this once, and then you will never ever fucking call her that again.
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