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Ch-18 Resolve
"That was a pretty quick dinner, " Liv commented, looking up from whatever nail art she was creating as I walked in. "I don't want to talk about it," I muttered stomping to my room, my head boiling with rage. I threw my purse on the armchair and flopped down on the bed, my head throbbing with pain. Mom crossed all her limits today. I was so f*****g pissed. "Uh-oh," Liv remarked, standing on her tip toes by the door. "Did hurricane give you a hard time again?" "Every f*****g time!" I cried almost pulling at my hairs. "Every damn f*****g time! Like how?" "Still the same thing?" She inquired sympathetically, sitting down beside me. "What else," I grimaced. "But this time she literally threatened to kick me out if I get involved with Tristan. Can you believe it?" "Damn...where did
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