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"Who the fuck does she think she is?" he thought as he sat in his car in front of Ann's house. "I asked her to go out with me and she turned me down so she could go to that damn bar and fuck two guys in a truck! She's gonna learn she doesn't treat me like that, that's for damn sure!" He started his car and, with tires squealing, headed down the street.
Martin Flannigan, sitting in his living room watching TV, heard Ann Wallin's car pull into her driveway, and heard her door close when she went into her house. Then, a little later, he heard an engine roar and tires squeal as a car left rapidly. "I wonder if Ann finally told one of those assholes to take a hike?" he mused. "If she did, it's about time."
