“You bastard!” Nadia screamed. She whirled, grasping a heavy ashtray. Brandishing it, she pursued Jonathan down the hall. He slammed the door and the ashtray thunked off it. She snatched it up and heaved it one more time.

“Stop! What are you, nuts? I thought we had an understanding!”

“Fuck you! You’re a pervert! You creep!”

“What are you so uptight about? Fuck, just get out of here, okay?”

“All right, I’m going. But I wish you dead!” she shrieked passionately. Grabbing her high heeled shoes and her jacket, she stormed from the apartment, not bothering to close the door.

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