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Managing a weak smile, Tatum nodded her head. "I guess," she offered unhelpfully. "I don't want to be like.. that girl, because I'm never that girl, and sometimes I don't think people even remember I'm a girl but I am, and she.."
Pausing for a moment, she flicked the ash from the end of the joint. "I just don't trust her. She messed with my girl, and I'm like.. totally out of my element, but I'm pissed."
She sighed gently, running a hand through her hair. "Sorry, you don't want to hear this, I'm sure."
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Messed with them was, in Tatum's opinion, sort of an understatement. As if the fight hadn't been bad enough, but for Ginger to come along and kick her while she was down like that.. even Emilie had never been that mean to her. None the less, she nodded her head slightly. "No, it's fine. I'm pissed, but she probably doesn't like me very much either, so I'll save you my end of the bitching," she offered, smiling weakly.
"I know what it's like to be caught between two things like that, you don't need to be like.. in a position like that. If you like her, that's like.. whatever, right? None of my business."
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