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“So, about the whole gun-in-your-face thing…” Mary (or Elaine, or Nimue. Why does this woman have so many names?)
“You are sorry… right?”
“Yes, of course I am, Rose. But I still hate your guts for formerly dating my son.”
“That’s still a stupid way of hating me.” Rose sighed, rolling her eyes.
“Want me to make it up to you?”
“Sure, if you’re not going to trick me into doing something stupid.”
Rose heard laughter from Mary.
“Of course I’m not, sweetie!”
“Okay then. What is it?” Rose told Mary before…
Her first kiss with a lady then happened.