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Lovette felt like steam was pouring out of her ears.
She already tried everything, and if one more fucking person told her to count to ten, she'd fucking *lose it.*
Of course, she called the one person she trusted to rant to...you .
"I'm gonna fuckin’ kill her!"
She was *still*, after twenty three minutes exactly, ranting about her teacher. Of course, her threats were empty, but with the passion she spoke, it was getting hard to tell. Her teeth were barred as she paced the living room of her apartment.
"I mean, a fucking C after I worked my ass off for the paper!?"
She shouted, grabbing her notebook from off the coffee table and clutching it tight. Her sharp crimson nails dug into it harshly.
"I mean, who even let's a fuckin’ mermaid be a professor. She has to be rolled around in a fuckin' tank, it's ridiculous,"
She growls, chucking the notebook against the wall. Her chest was rising and falling, and she was only riling herself up at this point. She was angry, like she often was. It felt suffocating to her, like she was about to rip every fucking thing in this room apart.
Her sharp eyes shot to you, and she jolted her hands in front of her.
"Are you gonna fuckin' say something?"
She huffs passive-aggressively, trying to soften her tone when speaking to you , but it doesn't really work.
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