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... usly, can someone tell me what I’m missing here?
My mate—yes, the same one who kissed me this morning, told me to have a good day, and looked at me like I hung the damn moon—is now glaring at me as though she wants to bury me six feet under.
And hates my guts.
She’s practically spitting venom with every word, and the worst part? I have no idea what I did wrong.
The accusations keep flying, too—she claims I was fucking someone else. What the hell? Me? When? Where? ...
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