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Dillon had gone quiet

Shit

“Dill?”

“My Michael?”

A flare of indignation uilt “Technically, he’s my Michael We were friends before you and he dated”

“Bitch!” she screeched, and I flinched “You kno I feel about him!”

Just like that, o of all my hurt and suspicions “No, you kne I felt about him, and you asked him out anyway!”

Michael let go of roan

“Ugh!” she growled “Not true! I wouldn’t do that!”

“Yes, you would And you did!”

“How can you be yelling at ?” she sobbed, andback

“Dillon—”

“No!” She was back to yelling “Did he break up with me for you? I swear—”

Her strangled, high-pitched screa like a gun going off, but louder, and then a shattering sound, like glass exploding

Then nothing