“You make me very, very sick.” “Take your hands out where I can see them.” He’d noticed. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and returned his glare. Neither backed down. “Enough!” Kevin yelled. Sam faced him. Kevin scowled at Slater, whose face was red and quivering. “I’ve always loved her! Why can’t you just accept that? Why have you hidden away all these years? Why can’t you find some other poor sucker and leave us alone?” “Because none of them interests me like you do, Kevin. I hate you more than I hate myself, and that, puke face, is quite interesting.”
Pure. Unadulterated. Garbage.
