I'm in Liverpool Street having luncheon with Stephanie
"We can't go on not speaking," she says sipping on her bubbling champagne
I shrug my shoulders
"I can."
We continue sitting in stifling silence
"What have I done for you to hate me so much?" She asks pain thick in her voice
"It's not what you do; it's what you haven't," I snap back coldly
Sighing heavily, she lets her shoulders drop
Stephanie begins probing about my sensuous Beauty
Reluctantly I let her know
"She's too young for Kay," she states furrowing her brow
Anger flares up in my bones but I swallow it down with a massive gulp of champagne
Her judgmental statements always rip through my skin
"That's why we don't talk," I point out
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