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“I don’t like saying this… But I told you so”

“Well, you’re used to it! You have a

ll the attention, and people love you! You lost that ga blahting? We've never had a fight before, and I can’t believe that our first fight is about the fuckingChrist

“Okay, Fiona, I don’t knohat's got into you, but you have to forget about --”

“Forget, forget! That’s all you kno to say I can’t forget; I can’t walk around as if this isn’t happening No matter what they say about you, you still have your career, your contract… Everything! And what do I have? I’ massacred by the news because I dare to exist!”

Well, fuck, I don’t even knohat to say I try and reach for her, but she swats ets up, tears welling up in her eyes and walks upstairs to the bedroo up the stairs, she’s already coainst her chest

“Fiona, I--” Without allowing ht for the door She bolts out, sla me alone in the apartment

I stand there, looking around coot home, for fuck’s sake I drove here as fast as I could, anxious to be with her, to feel her naked body against ry, but I don’t even knohoer—if to her, to et about s to work out with Fiona

Is that too much to ask?

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Fiona

THE END IS COMING

Four words, and they are written with such confidence that they sound like the truth I’ the latest New York Daily Journal inout of Truht with Danny So around for soot what they wanted

I left the house for a walk, thinking that it’d help me clear my head, but noish I had just stayed ho with each sentence

Twenty-two-year-old Fiona Barnett was seen yesterday leaving Tru by the way she left, completely alone, it seems that her fiery ro to an end