Her mouth dips to my ear. “Are you opposed to violence?” “Not at all.” “Great.” She spins back to Kevin, her grin so expansive, so conniving as she steps into him. “Hey, Kevin?” she asks, syrupy sweet. His eyes bounce between us. “Yeah?” Her fist connects with his nose with a crack that echoes in the chilled air, along with the collective gasp from onlookers passing by. She wipes the blood off her knuckles. “Go fuck yourself.” As Emily loops her arm through mine, towing me away from the man clutching his face, the most startling revelation comes to light. Despite that she’s slept with the man
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