A VOW TO HATE
I retort, just as firm.
“You are.”
“No.”
“I’ve done nothing to you, I would know. I never forget a thing.”
“You don’t need to do something to me to make me hate you.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Humor me. What did I do? To someone else, I presume? I am the devil. I must’ve hurt many people in your books.”
He holds the top of the car door, and I breathe.
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