I kept trying to figure out the best excuse to come up with.
I hit my forehead gently and then scoffed at all the lines I had come up with.
"Take a deep breath Tiff," I told myself. "Ourgh."
I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror and tried practicing some of the sentences I could tell Luciano.
"Uh, can I go out? I think it's important that you let me. Oh no no," I scoffed. "That sounds authoritative and he'll think I'm trying to boss him around."
"Okay, how about, Luciano please can I go out? Please I'll be back soon."
I looked at the mirror and shook my head in disapproval. "Sounds like I'm too needy."
"You know what?" I blurted. "I'm done with this whole thing. I don't have to take permission!"
Aware that I was only trying to make myself feel better, I growled loudly.
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