I stand on the porch, Smoking my fifth ciggarette. Somehow all of the swirls of smoke look like Rob.Michael is yelling at me from the kitchen.
"You SLUT!" He screams at me. What the fuck?
He throws a magazine at me, and there is a papz shot of Robert and me sitting together, our legs rubbing. Shit. This isn't good.
"Kristen, I can't do this
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