I flew across the world to go to a wedding, only to watch my ex-boyfriend drape himself over his new girlfriend. I’ve just spent the last forty-eight hours in hell. “What are you, a schoolteacher? Or just a raving bitch?” “Manners are free,” I mutter under my breath. “What?” he yells as he turns his anger on me. Why are people so damn rude?įor another ten minutes, I listen to him bitch, sigh, and moan until I can take it no longer. I hear the man turn and complain to the people behind him, and I roll my eyes. Then I could turn around and go back to the hotel and sleep for a week. Bad weather has delayed most of the flights, and to be honest, I wish they would delay mine. I’m going to miss my damn plane.” He sneers, and I smell the alcohol wafting off him. I want these fucking idiots at the desk to hurry up. Startled, I turn toward the man behind me in the line. “Can you move?” a voice behind me growls.
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