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I knotted my brows in irritation.
An apology? To him?
Did he hit his head on the wall or something? Why should I be the one to apologize? If anything, he owes me an apology. But that wasn’t my concern. Apology or not, I'd move on.
Or was this his way of pissing me off?
“Get out of my way! I don't think I have any business with you,” I said, waving him off dismissively.
“I just said I deserve an apology,” he repeated.
“For what exactly?! If this is your way of starting a conversation with me, then find something better to do with your time because I don't deal with human trash like you!” I spat, pouring out my anger and frustration.
I didn't want to cause a scene, but there was no way I could remain calm when he kept spewing nonsense. I was losing it, and it was all Willia
