He whirled on her. "It's not any of your fucking business. She started back. "I just meant-“
"Fuck off, Marino." His voice was deadly soft. "I'm not your pet. I don't need you."
Before she could reply, he ripped an envelope out from an inner pocket and slammed it down on the table beside the knife, before stalking out.
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— Oct 28, 2025 04:36PM
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