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... ld me I’d get slapped by a psycho this week, I would’ve laughed in their face. Because me? Taking rubbish from anyone? Never. Yet here I am, standing in front of Lexi’s two-bedroom bungalow with a sore cheek that still feels like it’s on fire. My ego hasn’t stopped screaming at me since last night, replaying the scene on loop. The woman’s hand was quick, brutal, like she’d been training for the Slap Olympics.
Now I’m outside my best friend’s house, crocs on my feet, hair in a messy bun, ...
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