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She sighs heavily, closing the door and wandering into the kitchen. “He said he felt smothered.” Her chuckle is dark. “Apparently, the girl he was seeing behind my back didn’t make him feel quite so penned in.” “That’s shitty. Are you okay?” “I’ll live. I’ve been rage eating the past few days. That always helps.” I told her the short version of Liam’s heartlessness last night. Being a good friend, she was righteously angry on my behalf. I feel a little guilty that I can’t muster enough outrage to return the favor about Tyler’s mistreatment at the moment, but judging by my mood swings over the past several hours, later on I’ll break a mirror or throw a vase off the balcony, and we can be outraged together. Ellie grabs something out of the freezer and comes to sit cross-legged next to me
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