[ a sick, dark satisfaction rises within her at the first text, though the guilt does it's best attempt to quell it. she hopes it causes as much hurt and pain as they've caused her.
may it linger like a dark, ugly bruise. ]
Good.
[ and then: ] I wouldn't have cared what you said to them about me. Fuck, I'd have taken the blame, Kate.
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may it linger like a dark, ugly bruise. ]
Good.
[ and then: ] I wouldn't have cared what you said to them about me. Fuck, I'd have taken the blame, Kate.