“Kelly? What’s wrong, girlfriend?”
“Fucking Donnie, that’s what! Nasty little shit is cheatin’ on me!”
“Really? You sure?”
“Damn straight, I am! Shuts the laptop quick when I come in. Lotsa ‘Gotta go out, be back soon’ and ain’t. And if I want a little play together, it’s ‘Maybe later, okay?’ Used to be ‘Come on, bitch, let’s fuck!’ every night like some horny ass dude!”
“Could be something else, Kel. Times got us all a little screwy.”
“Yeah? Screwy? Then why’d I find some cunt’s titty ring in her fucking pocket?”
So that’s where that went.
Crap.
