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“What the hell was that?” I hollered at her e finished, left alone in the backstage area as the students cleared

“I don’t know! You weren’t answering, and I felt bad—”

“Who asked you to feel bad for me? Do I look that pitiful to you?”

“Are you saying that dating me is pitiful?” she yelled back

“Yes! Especially co! Not only was she beautiful and classy, but also extreent How do you compare to that?” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself

She looked away fro her head and facing et it I’m not worth a damn, but what about you? You apparently weren’t worth her love either It ence thatback once,” she whispered, brushing past me on her way to the exit

I’m an idiot I had punched below the belt, and she had punched back

Chapter Four

Defective Toys

Guinevere

“Gwen?”

Fingers snapped in , I looked up at the small cup of tea in front of me

“Thank you,” I whispered to Katrina’s secretary as she left

Katrina sat at her desk, folding her hands over the papers

Her office was, in a word, sleek, every surface either white or gray