“What the fuck was that shit today?” he says, his voice muffled. I press my ear to the door. I should just walk in, but I get the feeling I’m not supposed to hear the conversation. Which means I really should hear the conversation. “I don’t give a fuck, it shouldn’t have happened. Now she’s all upset and shit, and you’re supposed to…” I can’t make out the rest of the sentence. “Don’t fuck this up,” he snaps. Who is he talking to? And what are they supposed to be doing? Is it Steph? Or, worse, Molly?
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