“You and that
fucking Richard are sneaking behind my back.
You’re sleeping with Richard and pretending to be my ‘therapist,’ my
‘friend’. Some ‘therapist,’ you are,”
Lola contemptuously sneered, her lips curling like a rabid coyote. “And you
think you’re SO smart. You think I don’t know anything, that I’m just some
little blond bimbo. Well, I DO know, I
know EVERYTHING!
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