Not love, right?

“You ass!”  She threw the plates aiming for his forehead.  But he ducked.  “You pig! Get Out! GET OUT!”

He left.  Inside she slumped down, exhausted.  She didn’t care how far he’d gone.  No ass was allowed to cheat on her and get away with it.  That wasn’t love, right?  So why was she empty?

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