6:59 p.m.
7:12 p.m. Uh, no.
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[Editorial note, for those of you whose screen reader won’t describe that JPEG as well as I will: It’s a photo of Gemmaholding her engagement-ring-less left hand in front of her face, which is undeniably hers and undeniably busted in a way that says I HAVEN’T STOPPED CRYING IN DAYSSSS. Former friend Clare, what were you thinking selling Gemma out like this? ]
GIRL
7:12 p.m.
GEMMA MARIE GARDNER
7:12 p.m.
WHAT HAPPENED AND WHY AM I ONLY JUST NOW FINDING OUT ABOUT IT
7:12 p.m.
7:27 p.m. We’re over
WHAT
W H A T
W H A T
7:27 p.m.
I need DETAILS what happened
7:27 p.m.
Do I need to go hurt somebody orrrrrrrrr…?
7:31 p.m.
7:51 p.m. No, I broke up with him
7:51 p.m. Four weeks ago
FOUR WEEKS AGO, and I’m JUST NOW hearing about this???
7:51 p.m.
7:58 p.m. I’m holding up as well as I can, thanks for asking xo
[Editorial note: THE SHAAAAAAADE of that last line, you guys. Gemma might look sweet as cherry pie on the outside, but wow. That’s some A+ passive aggressiveness right there—not that I blame her, since Clare apparently couldn’t take a hint from the time stamps and über-short answers that Gemma had ZERO interest in confiding in her, and probably wouldn’t have said anything at all had Clare not pressed so hard for the info. I also, for the record, would not be surprised if this was what pushed Clare to one-up said passive aggressiveness with some retaliation of her own.]
What HAPPENED tho
7:59 p.m.
Gemma?
8:15 p.m.
Okay then, I’m here to listen but if you don’t wanna talk I guess I can’t make you