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Emery
“And he just threw my clothes at me and then drove me home!” I recounted to Heidi over lunch.
“Bastard!” Heidi said on cue. “What a bastard!”
“Right? I mean…we had s*x for hours last night, and then this morning, it was like a light switch had been flipped. Walking into this, I just knew it was a bad idea. He totally used me.”
“And it sucked, using him back, right?” Heidi asked, digging into her pad thai—our requisite best friend meal—at the downtown Thai Pepper.
“Dude, the s*x was phenomenal,” I told her for the hundredth time. “The turning into a jerk in the morning and dumping me at Kimber’s, like a dorm-level walk of shame, not so much.”
I twirled my own extra-spicy pad thai noodles on my fork and dug in. I was famished after my late-night sexcapades. I’d only had two t
