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Sorina continued towards him, refusing to stop even after speaking. She wanted a distraction, something that would take her mind off of the one-eyed dick and give her something else to focus on. She even considered not yelling at him, maybe doing something that would entice him to hang around, if only to prolong her state of mindless antics—well, that had been the plan, anyways. But his tone threw her off, distracting her from her distraction and feeding into the rage that was always budding deep within her.

Poor, innocent titty shanker.

A scowl of her own engraved itself into the girl’s features and her pace picked up, carrying her on a path right towards the boy with no intentions of stopping. In fact, if he chose not to move, she’d ram right into him without so much as a second thought, and shouted either way, “Do not talk to me like that!” Was she overreacting? Definitely. Did she take notice of this? Possibly. Did she care? Not at all.