[She likes the way he laughs back. She likes the angry look in his eye. But she doesn't like the way he speaks to her. All of it together reminds her so much of Montparnasse. That thought is what guides her hand, balling into a fist so that she can swing at him with all her might. He is not the first man she has punched in the face.]
How lucky you are, to always get what you want. [She doesn't register the hurt in her hand, only shakes her fist out, her words surprisingly calm now.] I never have. Because of people like you.
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[She likes the way he laughs back. She likes the angry look in his eye. But she doesn't like the way he speaks to her. All of it together reminds her so much of Montparnasse. That thought is what guides her hand, balling into a fist so that she can swing at him with all her might. He is not the first man she has punched in the face.]
How lucky you are, to always get what you want. [She doesn't register the hurt in her hand, only shakes her fist out, her words surprisingly calm now.] I never have. Because of people like you.