“I know, but . . . God, I guess I—” “Judged me before you got to know me?” “Hey.” I point my finger at him as we reach my car. “You judged me, too. Probably even worse.” He shakes his head. “No, it’s my job to make sure
stfu we all know you hated her for no reason. it's not ur job to hate greer bc she's better than you
