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SCARLETT
I half expected the sound of the screen door when I heard him let himself in; I hadn’t even bothered to lock it against him. He entered the premises at exactly the point at which I had discovered the unadulterated pleasure of busting a dish against the wall.
“Scarlett. That’s enough.”
Honestly, all I thought was that I was so tired of men thinking it was okay to do whatever they wanted, without consequence, but when I wanted to have a little fun, break a plate or two, they somehow thought they had permission to tell me what to do.
I spun in my Keds to face him and held the turquoise plate in the air. To be honest, it was one of my favorites, and I only planned to shatter it because he told me not to. I arched my left brow, set my jaw, and let the dish shattered on the tile
