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I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re talking about.

My Toxic Stepbrother

Don’t fuck with me right now.

Jupiter

Oh, right. I’ve also decided we’re friends.

My Toxic Stepbrother

We’re absolutely fucking not.

Jupiter

Sorry, I already have you on my Christmas card list.

My Toxic Stepbrother

Burn it.

Jupiter

The list?

Sorry, can’t. It’s fireproof.

And bulletproof. Oh and it’s also in my head so it’s really not going anywhere.

My Toxic Stepbrother

You know what, I don’t have time for this. Call me whatever you want, I don’t fucking care.

Chuckling, I go back to work stocking the display shelf. Then, after about thirty minutes or so, I bite my lip and debate whether to do it. But then, I think I have to. This is all about compromise and co-existing and moving forward, so I shoot him another text.

Jupiter

So I really think you should delete that video.

I probably shouldn’t have started like that. I probably should’ve made my case first. Which is that I’m keeping his money—I’m going to save it for Snow like I always thought I would if we’d gone through with our arrangement—so as a compromise, he should delete that video. It’s only fair. On top of it being another secret, it’s also token of the night he took his revenge on me. While I did everything out of love and would hate to see that video go, he did itout of revenge. So it’s for best if the evidence of such a complicated night is erased altogether.

My Toxic Stepbrother

It’s gone.

Jupiter

What?

My Toxic Stepbrother

I deleted it.

Jupiter

You did?

My Toxic Stepbrother

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