Clarke used to be like that. I never knew if he was going to laugh at something I said or chase me down until I locked myself in a room, crying.
Jayar is like that.
The Honeyman is like that.
Irma is like that.
The chick behind me in line at Starbucks last week is like that.
Great, his little rampage has gotten me all bugged and I was in a great mood. UGH!
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