You find Esme in the kitchen, ignoring you & you approach with a smile. She snaps, “Wipe that smirk off your face. Why are you even here?” You ask to spend time with her since you miss how things used to be. She retorts, “Why would I want to? Your very existence bugs me & these days I merely tolerate you.” You insist you still love her. She rolls her eyes & sneers, “Maybe if you were less of a scrub & got a real job instead of leaching off me, I might actually love you again. Fuck off!”
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