Chapter 5

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5 Emma Asshole. Jerk. Sleazeball liar. Fuming, I stomp down the street, barely cognizant of the pedestrians getting out of my way. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so mad. My blood is all but boiling in my veins. How dare he write to me with a fake profile and then act like I’m a disappointment? Okay, so maybe I did put up my more flattering pictures on the dating app, but what woman doesn’t? It’s not like I used someone else’s photos or even particularly old photos. The two pictures I uploaded were taken less than a year ago, when I was actually a few pounds heavier than I am now. So if anything, I look better now—or skinnier, at least. In any case, I don’t see how he could’ve been disappointed by my physique—I’d even put my height and weight in the profile. And the cat thing?

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