Chapter Seventy-Seven: Crying Mess

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Why should she care?

He can fuck whoever the fuck he wants! I'm just being a bitch about it. He is not mine, and we are not exclusive because there is nothing for us to be exclusive about. Fuck him.

Fuck him.

And then she was crying.

She hated it, she hated every tears she shed for him, not because she felt he wasn't worth it, but because she felt he was. Which only made it worse.

She passed her apartment without second thought, and headed straight to Jason's.

She didn't knock, she walked right in.

She, a crying mess, fell right into his arms.

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