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When I turn around and see Amanda following behind me with a murderous look painting her fifty-something year old face, I freeze, and my heart skips a few beats.
“Amanda! Christ, you scared me,” I say, clutching my bag tighter to my side as I eye her intensely. “Were you following me?” I ask like I don’t already know the answer, because her glare tells me everything. I tell myself that she wouldn’t do anything to hurt me since we’re in the middle of a busy street in New York, but I’m not so sure.
“What do you think you’re doing, you heifer,” Amanda spits, verbally and literally, that I have to take a step back. “What are these videos I’ve been seeing online? I know that they’re of your doing, so don’t bother to deny it. Why are you so selfish? You want to ruin everything my s
