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who am I to talk about childhood trauma? I don’t have any. My parents are still together, and they’re happy. It’s gross, really. I can never blame any of my actions, faults, or regrets on them. It makes for boring therapy. I’m the reason I’m so fucked-up? Sounds like a scam.
Radimir Novicov is a pain in my ass, and not in the fun way.
I need to somehow catch him while he’s in his comfort zone. Which is how I come up with a brilliant—or not-so-brilliant—plan of taking his car keys from his bag in the locker room, unlocking his car, returning the keys, and then going back after my shift to slip into his back seat.
I have a small case of ADND: Attention Deficit Novi Disorder,
“It was special because it was with you.”
“Why am I reading an article about how you’re besties with big Kiki?” “You jealous?” “Of course I’m jealous. I’m outraged. I claimed you.”