"Do you want to go get breakfast?" I suggest.
"NO. I
don't fucking want to go to breakfast."
The tone in your voice is expected. But for the first time, I stand my
ground. I refuse to apologize to
the maddening mess you are becoming. I spin on my heel to walk away.
"Well, fuck you and the wrong side of the bed you woke
up on."
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