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Hurrying away fro out loud that I was done with Michael Sullivan, fled completely I didn’t feel free Fury and hurt and resent andI wanted to s

I wanted to screas inside me exploded into dust

Bracing ainst the bitter wind as I marched down Broadway, I reht then, I needed to walk it off

Except I alking in the wrong direction

“Shit,” I

That’s when I saw the black Honda Accord pull up beside me and Michael jumped out of the driver’s side

Anticipation and indignation were strange eht then

“Get in the car,” he said,toward me

My jaw dropped at his demand “Are you crazy?”

“Get in the car, Dahlia” He glowered, bracing his hands on his hips “We need to talk”

“I’ with you I don’t particularly like what you have to say”

Michael practically bared his teeth “Get in the fuckin’ car”

I pushedto be intimidated “Go fuck yourself”

“There she is,” he bit out sorabbed my upper arm “Get in the car”

“Get your hands off rip