Grouse Thicket You'll never know what hit you

You know I don't. She replied with some anger behind her tone. How this man's ego had grown so big, she did not know. She was all for self respect and being who you were, but this male was taking it a step too far. There was a difference between respecting yourself and simply feeling as if the world owed you something of great importance always. One did not need much, just love and acceptance of both oneself and of the ones who mattered.

Her brow furrowed in anger. A party pooper?! The words were foul, and she did not dare repeat them in fear of speaking vulgarly. Absinthe. She lied, not sure if she should even trust him with her fake name. But when did a name ever do you any good?