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That pissed me off more.
“The fuck funny?”
“You.”
“How?”
“Because you really walked in here and somehow already made yourself the victim.”
“I ain’t say I was no fucking victim.”
“You basically did.”
Heather pointed toward the chair.
“Sit down.”
“I don’t wanna fucking sit down.”
“Then stand. I don’t give a fuck.”
I looked at her.
“What is this about?”
Heather stared at me.
“Carter.”
My chest tightened.
I looked at Avery.
Her face told me everything.
I closed my eyes for half a second.
“Man.”
“Oh, man?” Avery repeated. “That’s what you got?”
“What the fuck you want me to say?”
Heather laughed.
“Wow.”
“What?”
“WOW!”
“Why the fuck you yelling?”
“Because you made a whole fucking baby with my cousin!”
“And?”
Both of them went quiet and I realized how that sounded.
