Once, she’d taken a ream of printer-grade paper off the table in his house, leaving a note that she’d buy him more that night. When she got home, new package in hand, he lost it. Told her she’d stolen from him. Said he had to explain why his girlfriend had felt “familiar” enough to take company property without asking. Had to meet with his supervisor over the whole thing.
When she joked that he should maybe start looking for a job that didn’t take itself so seriously, he yanked the paper from her hand, shoved her back two steps, and slammed the door in her face.
She stood on the step for a full thirty seconds, balling and unballing her fists, tears burning tracks through her makeup.
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