Princess? Gabby just laughed. "Get over it, Joanie," she remarked as she shouldered her purse, her coffee in her other hand. "You have no reason to act like this. But you're full of pent-up rage, obviously, so if you want to make me the target, go right ahead." Gabby hadn't even done anything. She would be willing to let bygones be bygones, as she couldn't even remember why they were fighting in the first place, but clearly the other girl did not want that, and wanted to stew and hold a grudge for an eternity. "Maybe you should get used to it too. Because it's your reality as well."
She shook her head, fishing in her purse for her sunglasses, and then went to leave Joanie to her own angry devices.
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