Shane = Bold
Jaxon = Normal Text
"Why don't you take a seat? I'm sure you've had an exhausting day."
"Thanks for your concern Jaxon, really, but those words sound like something a serial killer would tell his victim before he impales his heart."
"What in hell is wrong with you?"
"Wrong with me?"
"Don't sound so bloody offended. You've been insulting me since the moment you got in that car and I deserve to know why. I did not suffer through half an hour of your insults just to have your hotel door slammed in my face."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"No. Shane. I am not."
"You seriously want to know why I'm mad at you? Isn't it obvious?"
"No. No, Shane, it isn't."
"Well screw you then Jaxon Taylor. Screw you."
"Open the door."
"No."
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Suicide Helpline
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