Bar

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1 week later, Emma's POV
Turns out, no snap. Just a dead mothafucka'. Just kidding, he's not dead. I sighed, I've been working nonstop. BAR! I drove to the bar when April fell asleep. I ordered a beer and drank. I saw Jon sit by me. I started to cry silently. I loved him but I hated him. "Jon, I love you I hate you. Your a asshole your a sweetheart." I kissed him, paid the bartender and left.

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