“God,” I echoed her theatrical tone, but only for a beat. “You’re so dramatic.” I didn’t bother masking my irritation when I glared at her. “Your karma isn’t that you raised me to be a grown woman who can think for herself and pick partners who love her and show it. No, your karma is that you tried to shame me for making a choice you don’t agree with, and I don’t give a fuck.”
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