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Sanya kneeled in the space between them and grabbed each of their faces with
her hands, fingers on one side and thumb on the other, and shook their heads.
“Listen, you FUCKING IDIOTS.” She swung her head, so she could take turns
looking each in the eyes. “I DO NOT give a FUCK that you are a couple! I am so
fucking beyond caring that I would plan you two a SPECTACULAR WEDDING!”

She stood; her hands were on her hips again. She looked delicious. Well, she would
if I were myself.
“Henry doesn’t feel well, and he is TRYING TO REST.” She kicks at Teo’s ribs
with her foot. “No thanks to you because I’m positive you had something to do with
this. Get your STUPID ASS away from our door. I’m NOT IMPRESSED so stop
trying. Teo, I DON’T CARE who you stick your SMALL DICK into.
“Lizzie, STOP with the PORN ACTING. He is NOT a good lover. In fact, HE
IS TERRIBLE. THREE YEARS of TERRIBLE SEX…” Some of the wedding party
started to puddle around our door to hear her rant. “And when I say three years of
terrible sex. I AM NOT EXAGGERATING because I’m PISSED THE FUCK OFF.
I mean it. THREE YEARS and NOT ONE worthwhile story to tell.”
Teo sputters and scrambles to pull his pants up. “Shut up, bitch.”
Was that the best comeback he had? His words would have irked me if he didn’t

look so pathetic. I folded my arms behind my head and crossed my legs.
She shooed them away with her feet. “GET THE FUCK OUT. I DON’T want
to see your SMALL DICK anymore in my lifetime. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I
DON’T WANT YOU! I NEVER will! I HARDLY did when I HAD you. WE
ARE NEVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER.”
I laughed because…THAT! That’s exactly how I would feel if Cassie pulled the
same type of shit for an entire weekend. Sanya points at me sitting in bed in my
underwear.
“LOOK AT HIM, he’s sick and STILL LOOKS BETTER THAN YOU!” I
felt a black girl clap coming on. “LET” Clap. “THAT” Clap. “SHIT” Clap.
“SINK” Clap. “IN.”
The other people laughed, but she was not finished. “Lizzie, STOP BEING A
BASIC BITCH. Find some self-worth, please.”
She slammed the door and turned to me. If I weren’t sick, the other side of that
door would have been christened. She let out a cleansing breath and walked toward
the bed.