“They’ll never forgive you if you go ahead with it.” I took a right turn and entered her street, with its manicured trees, white picket fences, and ice cream–colored houses. “Good thing I don’t give two shits about what people say, huh?” “You think you’re cool because your hackles are so far up you can’t see past them.” She shook her head. “Don’t patronize me, Dot.” What the fuck? What are you saying? “I’m a self-made millionaire and not even twenty-eight. The shit I’ve achieved, you haven’t learned how to spell yet.” I needed to shut the fuck up and do it as soon as possible. I didn’t like
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