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“We’re going to get back to that, but first, I need to address one of your points—that you think I stood you up, that you weren’t worthy of a good-bye, that my mouth was covered in Madison’s lipstick. Who the f**k is Madison, Hannah?” She looked at me like she didn’t recognize me, and then she leaned to one side, retrieving her phone from her back pocket. She scrolled until she found what she wanted and pointed the screen at me. “That’s Madison, and that’s her lipstick all over your mouth.” I stared at the selfie of myself and some chick, the memory from that moment coming back to me. “You’re f*****g kidding, right?” I laughed, the anger erupting, and I went into the kitchen and grabbed another beer from the fridge, returning to the couch I’d originally sat on. The beer hissed as I twis
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