Lita was nervous all day.
It was almost as if she were a bruised cat in a dark alley looking behind her all the time over her shoulder thinking someone wants to hurt her. The kind of cat that after a few hard kicks learns not to trust.
Everyone thought it was because Lita was fromRussia.
But that wasn’t it.
She had friends from the same exact city on the same exact street that didn’t walk around as if the KGB was behind them.
It was because well it was because she was selfish.
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