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Chapter 36: Hate

Author: AuthorRuby
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 15:07:33

“Stop saying okay!” My voice rises. “Like I’m not standing here telling you that you almost ended someone’s athletic career over something that has nothing to do with you. Like that’s just fine. Like you get to just—” I stop. Press my hands flat on the table.

“Why do you keep doing this. Why do you keep inserting yourself into my life like you have some claim over it that no one gave you.”

“Can we work on the outline.”

“No.” I push his laptop halfway across the table. “We can’t. Because I am si
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