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My stomach tightens. Where the hell is he? To my knowledge, he has no money. God only knows what he’s up to.

Me:

I called again twice, and he finally answered and said he was on his way back.

There were voices in the background. Like he was in a store or something.

Which is weird, bc he has no money.

Alice:

The best possible outcome is he just walked there to talk to people.

The phone buzzes again. Timmy callingmethis time.

“What are you doing?” I ask, the irritation already creeping into my voice.

“I was just at the store getting a Smirnoff Ice,” he says, as if it’s the most natural explanation in the world.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I snap. “How did you pay for that?”

“Oh, I had a couple of bucks on my Apple Pay, so I used that,” he replies, sounding smug.

“Fuck! You!” I scream, and hang up.

My hands are trembling, my chest tight with fury. Of all the idiotic things…

Me:

Oh my god! He was at the gas station buying a Smirnoff Ice.

Because apparently he had a few bucks on his Apple Pay.

I just told him ‘fuck you’ and hung up.

Alice:

Yeah, that sounds like my ex. Somehow always had money for booze, but that’s an addiction for you.

I fire off a text to him:

Me:

You can’t help me pay for anything, but somehow you have money to buy a Smirnoff Ice? Take a long hard fucking look at yourself.

The minutes tick by, and there’s still no sign of Timmy.

My irritation morphs into a simmering rage.

Me:

If you’re not back in five minutes, I’m throwing your things out on the street.

Me (to Alice):

I’m so fucking angry.

Alice: