He probably thinks I didn’t notice.
I always notice.
And then I go home, put on When Harry Met Sally, have a good cry, drink wine, eat Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked ice cream, and pull myself together.
4th July. Independence Day. I am a strong, independent woman and I will not be reduced to a snivelling wreck by a man.
Not by this man.
Not again.
Are you in love with Josh? What was that, a warning shot? A pre-emptive strike? Watch out girl, if you are, because I’m gonna steamroller over you...
WHAT IS HE DOING WITH HER?
Surely the spell should be broken by now?
Anyway. I’ll go for white tonight. And maybe Cookie Dough. Just, you know, for a change.
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