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Chapter 5.1: The Lion vs. The Gazelle
AUGUST
Someone should just run me over with a truck or shoot me in the head with a pistol or even make me disappear in thin air. I didn’t wish for anything of this, but I knew and I expected this to happen. I just didn’t want it to happen now with a lot of eyes gazing over us. I know Jessie was the one who took that clip, and I’m not sure if posting it was his way of thanking my courageous actions or he was just trying to humiliate Ambrose. Either way, the clip clearly made Ambrose look impotent. I’m not trying to be the big person in the picture, but I also thought it made me look like his kryptonite.
Ambrose is definitely pissed at me.
Does this confrontation have to happen now? As in right now? Right in front of everybody.
There are a lot of people watching, and this isn’t going to end up very well for me. I look behind and everyone’s looking at us
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