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And no, she hadn’t purposefully searched for shirtless interviews, thank you very much.
Of course she hadn't.
“What is the rent on the place?” “Five K. You’d think it came with a goddamn butler.”
...I pay roughly $4k for a two bedroom apartment in a solidly middle class neighbourhood. How the fuck cheap is Boston meant to be?
If there was outright bullying involved or she was being threatened, adults would need to step in. But this sounds like typical girl politics to me. She’s twelve and she has to solve this problem for herself.”
Actively excluding *is* outright bullying. Just because girls prefer ostracisation to punching doesn't make it any less damaging. Stop dismissing girls' bullying as some sort of natural order of things simply because *your* parents didn't take it as seriously as they should have. There's no such thing as "girl politics". There's just being surrounded by girls who are bullying assholes.
The chill on her skin traveled inward. Splitting a cab shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right? She’d be seeing a lot of this guy at school. Outside of school, too, since they were partners on an assignment. Probably end up on more nights out together. But what if he got out of the cab at her building and decided to walk her to the door? What if he sent the cab on its way? It was nearing one o’clock in the morning. No one would be around. Just them.
You live in a building with a doorman. Who knows you live with a pro hockey player. There is no way anyone is getting close enough to hurt you within a six block radius of that building.
The undercurrent of jealousy had to be his imagination.
Bro. The ex is *always* jealous. It's insane but even the most amicable divorces usually go haywire when one of the two starts dating again. Ironically, usually NOT the one who wanted the divorce
He’d shown his true colors and abandoned the trust they’d built.
If he showed his true colours in that moment, then you did too: as someone who's too scared to stick around when things get rough
Finally, with a quick intake of breath that she held until her lungs started to burn, she opened the baggie and turned it over outside of the basket, letting the wind take the dozen or so cards and carry them away, bringing a fresh wave of tears to her eyes. They fluttered toward the ground in spins of color, eventually growing so small they disappeared from view.
Seriously, littering? What kind of environmental scientist are you?
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“I see.” Carlos trailed off momentarily, then came back twice as enthused. “Well, I can’t wait to see how this ruins everything.”
Lmao Carlos is the real MVP of this book
She’d bought a new pair of sandals he’d never seen before. A mere six weeks and he’d missed a whole host of little things he could have noticed as they took place, instead of after the fact.
Where is she getting money to live btw? She's not nannying anymore
