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I feel hurt by what Connor's mother told me. Why would she hate the women that her son dates? Why would she think that I'm after his money? when I'm not. I feel that I shouldn't have taken the new clothes that he bought me. The very reason why I turned down his offer in the first place. I was suppose to get things on my own. We pull up in the drive way of Connor's place. His car is already here, so I get out of the car. I hurry towards the front door. I open the door and I storm inside, shutting the door behind me. I make my way into the lounge when I see Connor standing at the kitchen counter as if he just settled down after he had arrived. "Stacy" he says to me with surprise in his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asks with confusion and then his brows furrow "What's wrong?" he as