Last To Know

“So when were you going to tell me?”


“Are you going to answer me, or just stand there like an idiot?”

“Well, I was going to tell you.”

“Bitch! No you weren’t! If I hadn’t walked in I’d never know!”

“No! Danny, I swear-”

“Shut up! I don’t want excuses!”


“How long?”


“How long have you been fucking cheating on me?”

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