"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
I leaned back in the chair, "Got me there. I did but anyone would've done the same thing."
"Why do you think that?"
"Common sense," he waited for me to continue, "talk shit eat shit basically."
"Would you say you regret it?"
"No."
I would gladly do it again.
It was a satisfying moment actually.
The only thing making me not do it sooner was Camilla. She doesn't like any kind of violence and I knew it would upset her, luckily for me she wasn't too upset that night.
I got blessed.
I broke his nose.
When I first saw him after that night I think it was the best part of my day. His face looks more fucked then usual.
Nothing of really came of it, well in the sense of repercussions both at work it legally. Silence was the only response I got.
"He's a creep," I said casually, "if I acted like that I hope someone would kick the shit out of me."
"You do?"
"Yes, not that I would ever do that."
"I didn't think you would."
"Camilla is coming over to my apartment tonight," I thought out loud.
"She hasn't seen it yet?"
"Nope," I shrugged, "I wanted to be somewhat of a surprise. I didn't tell Kaz since he would've made comments about how it's small and he owns a mansion."
