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Her face smarted further from his slap, and her pride flared within her. 

What he said ought to have redeemed him, but Clover had determined she did not believe a single word that came out from his beautiful fuckin' face, that gorgeous idiot, and after he finished Clover engaged him with a huff: why doncha try talking with words instead of youR FUCKIN DIRTY LIES!!!! She demanded. 

As he called her trash, and launched into a whole other tirade, Clover looked at her beautiful garbage angel and yelled: WHO AM I? I HAVE ONE NAME. I'VE LIVED WITH MY FAMILY MY WHOLE LIFE, UNLIKE YOU. WHO ARE YOU? SCREECH? TITMOUSE? SCREECHIN' TIT? CRYBABY? PICK A FUCKING NAME, SHITBAG!!!! She scoffed. You let everyone down!! You ran away! You're bad. I saw how you looked at her, heard how you talked to her, even though my sister Towhee didn't, she snarled. As for who she was talking about before, she didn't really know, she only wanted to get under his skin. Since that route didn't work, she tried another: Why are you still here? You're only gonna run away again when things get tough, Clover bet. And oh, would things get tough.