Know what the letters GTFO mean? I've got a green flame burning.
See, she'd never ask that question about us. The last time she asked, it was patronizing. Coaxing, almost. Wanting to know where I stand, and making sure I stand there.
And thus, insulting him.
Too bad. The earth moves under MY feet, and no one dictates where I stand.
Poor little depressed child. Why hasn't your man left you yet.
I should have inadvertently made it clear to you yesterday the real reason you won't be seeing me. Their mood is more important than your friendship.
And today was "Now THAT was a show [sophomore year]" part two (actually, there have been many parts, but seeing as how I've only referred to that instance once, I guess this could be two). Don't mess. Did you actually try and scooch in and rearrange things the way I thought you did? Because that was pretty blatant and pretty obvious. And it will get you into trouble.
I've compiled some thoughts on your other attempts.
"Oh, and [ ]'s coming with us." (Like I didn't know his name)
"Wait, isn't that yours?"
You didn't want to draw any conclusions, but I forced you to.
And I will continue to do so until you understand where your place is.
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