I didn't think it was, giving that she's practically screaming her
lungs out of her chest.
''I don't know what you want me to say, Casey.''
''You don't know what I want you to say?'' her eyes bug. ''How
about sorry?''
What the fuck? ''For what?''
I duck just as my bedside tables lamp sails right past my head, barely
missing and hitting the wall behind me with a loud and crashing
thud.
''For what?'' she shrieks back.
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