[fingers clench over his throat, and he's fully prepared to slam his fist right down and into Edward's face to lay him out for the count-- but he ends up smashing knuckles into the table mere centimeters from his head instead to lean. fuck... FUCK, you little... shithead!]
I don't believe you. I don't believe any of you!! Do you think I buy this shit?! ANY of this shit? That you're all oblivious? It makes no sense!
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[fingers clench over his throat, and he's fully prepared to slam his fist right down and into Edward's face to lay him out for the count-- but he ends up smashing knuckles into the table mere centimeters from his head instead to lean. fuck... FUCK, you little... shithead!]
I don't believe you. I don't believe any of you!! Do you think I buy this shit?! ANY of this shit? That you're all oblivious? It makes no sense!