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... yed his words, and everytime it hurt more than the other.
Angelo stood there, his face twisted in irritation not guilt, not shame, just irritation, like I was the one who had done something wrong.
"Ariana!" he snapped.
I wiped my face, my hands trembling. "Aren’t you ashamed!" My voice was raw, broken. "You were fucking my best friend, Angelo"
He crossed his arms, his jaw tight. "It’s not that simple."
I let out a hollow laugh. "Oh, really? Then explain it ...
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