“Says who?” “Says who, what?” “Who,” she says calmly, but there’s an edge to her voice, “says you’re ‘grating’ to spend a lot of time around?” “Oh . . .” Heat creeps up my cheeks. I clear my throat. “Just . . . most of the people who’ve spent a lot of time around me.” “Then fuck them,” she says icily. “Fuck anyone who makes you feel like you’re too much. If they feel that way, they aren’t enough for you.”
