She Is The Worst
When he arrived, Jennifer sat outside, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy, her hands quivering with terror. “What happened?” Joe demanded, his voice tight with strain as he took in the scene before him. Jennifer described the confrontation, her voice shaking with anger. “She wouldn’t stop, Joe. I attempted to calm her down, but she refused to listen.” Petunia, feeling the impending storm, intervened with her own version of events, portraying Jennifer as the source of the disagreement. Joe’s patience snapped like a taut wire stretched to its utmost. “I’ve had enough of this,” Joe said, his voice piercing the air like a knife. “Both of you, just stop.”
She Is The Worst
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