When I answered the phone this morning, Jay's tone was clipped and to the point.
"Melissa?"
"Yeah," I responded.
"Don't ever. Fucking. Talk. To. Me. Again."
I sighed. This was a wee bit amusing, seeing as though I haven't exactly been beating a path to his door for the last five months. It also sounded like something a high school boyfriend would say,
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