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Another Sentimental Argument

He chucks the empty brown bottle past me—I feel the soft whip of it against the top of my ear—and we keep our eyes locked onto each other's as we listen to it shatter all over the cement floor. "Call me a piece of trash? Because that's what I am?" He knocks my hands away from his shoulders and reverses our position; pushes me against the wall with sweaty palms bearing death grips on both arms. "Huh, Logan?" His grip doesn't loosen up. "C'mon, Logan. Tell me. Hell, tell everyone!"

I throw him off of me and run away. He doesn't wait until I'm gone before he shouts: "Out the door, like she always is!"

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