“Because I know too fucking much about you, Kee,” he bellowed and threw up his hands. “Jesus, you wrote our love into so much and fucking skyrocketed to the top, didn’t you?” “What?” The harsh accusation was the opposite of what I’d thought we’d be discussing right then. “I never used this song to—” “It’s on an album, isn’t it?” “Yes, but not like this, not just me and the—” “Then you used it.”
WTF
