Julie flinched a bit, not expecting such harsh words from the author of her love letter. Jon cocked the hammer on his pistol.
"Jon, you don't wanna do this."
"Don't tell me what I want. You don't know shit about me."
"You're hurting, I get it. You're in pain. I can help you."
"Fuck you! You don't know pain, but I'll show you. I'll show you pain."
"Wait, slow down, Jon. Just tell me what happened."
"You tore up my letter. You called me a loser. You fucking BITCH!"
Julie was stumped on this one. How did Jon know about that? Several possible explanations came to mind, but the more pressing question was: How do I respond to that? To this there were no easy answers.
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