Caught in the Crossfire
Until then, fuck you, fuck Rachel, fuck Michael, fuck you all.
I could see the three dots showing up at the bottom of the screen but I wasn't done yet.
Me: When Rachel decides she's going to apologize in the middle of Mass with the Pope for sleeping with one of the only men I ever loved while I was PUTTING MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND IN THE GROUND. Then, I will consider returning.
The dots paused but I kept going.
Me: When I'm found at the bottom of Lake Eerie and my face is bloated, my fingers half eaten off my hand, and my student loans finally fucking forgiven, then I will entertain your apology at my graveside.
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