“I hope he’s nice though. Imagine he’s mean? I’d need to send my big brother to kick his ass.” She’s giggling, but I’m still, silent as always, and I think I might pass out from rage. I’m imagining him in a body bag. Bloodied. Ripped to shreds. Diced and minced and pulverized. No longer in existence. No one will ever be good enough for Olivia.
MUWAHAHAHAHAH
