Monica drew back and stared at him.
“Don’t you dare ‘honey’ me! You bastard! Get out of here. NOW!” She realized Jeremy was still grasping her hand. She shook it off like she was trying to snuff out a burning potholder.
“Can we at least talk?” Jeremy stared pleadingly at her.
“I can’t stand to look at you. Get out.”
“I don’t give a shit where you go. Go find Lily for all I care. Just get the hell out of my house!” Monica buried her face in her palms, and her shoulders heaved up and down.
“But you can’t mean that.”
Monica glared at him. “Are you kidding me?
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