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Prince looks predictably unhappy, but far fron posters is replaced with an ugly scowl He throws his arms up from his sides, "What the hell, Kennedy?"

Kennedy’s shoulders are back, her chin high--the same stance she takes in court, fearless and brash, ready to thron

"I could ask you the saht!"

"You huarner will only help your polls--and we both know that’s what you’re really worried about If you had bothered to ask e" He takes a step toward her

But she holds her ground "No, you didn’t--otherwise you wouldn’t have aesture of my affection"

"It was a sound bite!" Kennedy shoots back "We both knehat this relationship was about I was a pretty, professional face to smile next to you in your photo ops, and you--"

"Yes," he interrupts, stepping even closer "What was I?"

"You were convenient Soh about to be upset about your screwing the intern"

He pales just slightly and his eyes narrow Then he rab her arm, but I move faster I wrapa functioning wrist is i to want to step back And callares at me from head to toe, then he turns back to Kennedy and spits, "This is what I’ve been replaced by? A cripple?"

As Kennedy opens her h

"Cripple, Dave? That’s the best you’ve got? Not even gi to insult someone, have the decency to make it a clever insult Otherwise, you don’t just look like an asshole--you look like a duo fuck yourself, you entitled, parasitic, two-faced, bloodsucking prick"

David does his best to ignore me and looks at Kennedy with an expression that tries for persuasive, but falls short

"We’re good together, Kennedy"

She shakes her head "Not good enough"

"We could’ve gone all the way to the White House We still could"

How ro mate?

"I like this house just fine We’re done, David Good-bye"

And just like that, he gives up If putting your fingers up in front of your forehead in the shape of a capital L was still a thing, I’d do it right now--’cause this guy is a loser

He turns toward the door, but he only takes two steps before he turns back around "I know you didn’t sign an NDA, but if you even think of speaking to the press--"

"Are you serious?" Her tone is biting "I’ to anyone I have i your dirty laundry isn’t one of theet the hell out"