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CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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I. Am. So. Done.I took his face and punched a hole inside it. That wasn’t the only poster I had of him so it would take a long time making sure all his faces had a hole in it. Who knew he was such a jerk? Oh, I was boiling. Hot steam escaped from my ears like an anime character in fury mode. I marched around my room tearing off every piece of paper that had the douchebag artist in it. I climbed my bed, my shoes were still on as I had just arrived at my place from the hospital after spending a night there. On my knees I pulled the one he dressed like a sexy smirking English vampire in the Victorian era—he looked so fine but what does it matter? I tore it down, took my super punch and hit him right in the nose but I missed and hit my bed frame instead.Ouch!The sharp pain shot straight to my brain, it triggered the other pain I was trying to pull under. I couldn’t, for the love of God, understand what happened in the hospital the previous day. Every single word he said played in my h
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