We watch in horror as it tips all the way over, right onto the console table and flat onto Sherman. “Noooooo,” Posey yells as the plant topples to the floor, and with a loud crack, the pot breaks. Wet soil scatters all over the floor along with a smushed plant. Posey falls to his knees and holds up the dilapidated bonsai tree. He glares up at me, clutching the plant to his chest. “You monster.” I grip my forehead, staring at the mess. Fuck, I don’t have time for this. “Don’t you have any remorse?” Feeling panic start to take over, I step back and press both hands to the top of my head. “Fuck,
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