“Well, here are some useful suggestions: idiot, moron, drunkard, imbecile, reckless asshole—technically, that’s two words, but—” She tries to slap me. I catch her wrist effortlessly, stopping her from doing so. Drunk or not, my instincts rarely fail. I stand up, her delicate wrist still captured between my fingers. She stares at me with undiluted hatred. It shines from her sapphire eyes. I find it disturbing that I can’t hate her as properly and thoroughly as I should. She is a simpleton. An anecdote in my life. Nothing more. “I’m sure you’ll find a good reason to slap me in due time, but that
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