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I was scared for my dear life. Cindy wasn’t talking, just fuming. Both of her hands were clenched together to a fist and they were on her sides as she was walking. She was in front of me and I was a few feet behind her. I tried not to get too close to me for the fear that she would kick me. She’s a trained assassin. I remember once in college at DCCC something happened and she got so mad at me that she karate chopped my neck. I can still feel the pain sometimes when I sleep.

When we reached her car parked by a curb she stood by the passenger door waiting for me to get in. I definitely wasn’t falling for that! I opened up the back door of the car and crept in. Soon after, she got in the driver seat and closed the door. She then put one hand on top of the chair and turned around to look at me.

I TRY SO HARD!” She said and started bawling.


My hands were clenched to a fist and my head was slightly bent down.

I know baby and you shouldn’t have to.” I said.

Why is it so hard for you to stay faithful Vague? Am I ugly? Am I fat?” She asked me.

No, of course not baby.” I said, trying to calm her down.

She then pulled out her phone from inside her bra and began to dial Ahna’s number.

DON’T CALL MOTHER!” I screamed out.

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