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Mark looked at me, tears still in his eyes,
“You never talked to me like this.”
“That was in the past.” I said “If you want to
hold onto that, leave now.”
I pushed him off me.
Tiffany ran to him. “Why are you here, baby?”
He changed in front of my eyes, “What are
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you doing here?”
He was mad that she had interrupted him.
“I was worried, baby.” She glared at me. She
was afraid of me.
It was insane. I went to close the door.
Mark put his hand on it. “Wait. I have more to
say!”
Tiffany was annoyed by his pathetic
behaviour. “Why are you begging her? She is
nothing.”
Slap!
Mark smacked her. “Who are you to speak to
me like that!”
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“I can do whatever I want! What makes you
think you can tell me what to do?”
Tiffany was in shock.
Then she shouted, “I’m your girlfriend! I can
ask you!”
“You are just a toy. Don’t get all high and
mighty.” He was cold “Don’t bother me. Go
away!”
She was losing it. “Let’s talk about it.‘
“Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry!” She
started hitting herself. Mark did not care
about her.
“I messed up by wanting to add spice to my
life.” Mark was sad. Then he glared at her.
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“Did you not hear me? Leave!”
She left crying.
He was just using her, she meant nothing.
He knows, he can’t go after the high–ranking
people.
“Can I come in?” Mark said. “I’m thirsty.”
I wanted him gone, so I said “Make it quick.”
We sat. He held the glass of water, but didn’t
drink it.
He opened his mouth to talk, but he couldn’t.
Maybe, he didn’t know where to begin, and
how to explain…
