I waited it out. She kept screaming, but the hysteria slipped a notch, and she started her car before turning out of the parking lot. Two blocks. I kept telling myself that. We can make it two blocks. Summer kept ranting, “I’m going to make your life hell. Buckets of water when you’re not expecting it. Your coffee’s always going to be cold. And your shampoo. You’d better hide your shampoo somewhere else because, every chance I get, I’m pouring hair dye in there.” She belted out a harsh laugh, turning into our parking lot. “So bad, Samantha. You’re going to pay so bad.” She quieted as we got
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