Chapter 11

• Could I take it back? Because I wanted to fucking take it back.
• But I knew I couldn’t, really I did but it didn’t stop me from scratching the back of my left hand to try to relieve some of the stress. It didn’t help though, if anything at all, it made me even more anxious.
• Mimi had gotten over my indecision by eight thirty this morning and pushed me out of the apartment and locked the door. But not without reinforcing my ego in her own special way.