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“Sweet like a librarian or sweet like Abbie?” Sometimes, she has the most random, unhinged comparisons. “What’s the difference?” “Abbie’s psychotic.”
She’s just guilty of being too fucking stupid
“Oh. Is . . . Is he dead?” God, am I going to hell because I felt even a modicum of relief at that thought? “Unfortunately, no.” Well, if I am, at least my best friend will be joining me, I suppose.
Have you been on Reddit lately? The girlies over there are feral. I love them. I want to be them when I grow up.
“If you were mine, I’d fuck ‘fine’ out of your vocabulary. A woman like you? Deserves nothing but fucking perfection.”
More like in a few years, when I trauma-dump this on someone, I’ll laugh and use this funny little tidbit to convince them it wasn’t that big of a deal—just silly girl things.
“When I came here, I told you we should be doing something for revenge, something to get our own back. You all are normal, sane humans who made lists with things like, writing a letter or glitter in his vents.” Andre snorts out a laugh. “And Liv wrote cut his brake lines and deliver a beehive to his home.”
Olivia Anderson, daughter of reality star Melanie St. George, was seen having dinner with him just minutes before he was arrested and was a lynchpin in the case. And to that, we say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
