He Hates Me

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or Tess, but it was still sitting in Micheal's office. I no longer had a key, and I would rather have di

to get another cake. I approac

vening,

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ay I ge

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didn't want a message

okay,"

" I added whilst poin

eaded home. I was on the verge of tears on my way home. I parked on one side of the road and calmed myself. My mom mustn't see me sad nor know I quit my job, it'd cause h

she said, smiling. "Di

ed, smiling back.

ery well. I

to exert yourself," I pr

ike mine sparkling with pleasure. Her hair was silver now, short and wavy. She lay on the sofa in

n here on tray

lovely. We can

news," I groaned. "

e to watch? We've got nu

heldon,"

watch that one, you've had a bad day." She was fishing, trying to ge

red my

replied, not daring to tell h

l blow over

. Why, when I had to go to the hospital last time, he drove you

Angelo would do that for anybody. It didn't mean

ket of fruit he sent us at Christmas

to my bedroom while she l

without naming Mr. Angelo as a reference. He might give me one if I asked, I just hated having to a

she was looking for. We ate and watched the movie until Mom was feel

ortunately, nobody else would see it. I finally wiped off my tears with a rejuvenated hope, I was going to get a new job. I have the skills, I am a hard w