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| What up with me? The unbearable heat! |
“What’s up with you?”
Dawn asked.
“Nothing,” Jeff
snapped, gulping the rest of his beer, slapping the empty glass down and asking
the bartender for another.
“Forget it, he
won’t be needing that,” Dawn said, grabbing his arm and pulling him away.
“How many times do
I have to remind you that you’re not my mother, Dawn?” he snapped.
“Let’s say several
million and we’re nowhere near that mark yet.”
“Getting close
though,” he retorted.
“That happens when
you’re acting like a two year old. Now, what is going on?”
“With what?”
“With the moon, the
stars, the bug up Uranus,” she said. “What do you think, you idiot? I thought
you wanted to get back together with Wendy and all I see tonight is you
ignoring her and her looking like she’s two second away from crying her heart
out. She won’t even talk to me about it, so here I am asking you. So, what the
hell is going on, huh?”
