"Is it really that stuck or are you just making an excuse to wave your ass in the air?"
Nevaeh looked up at glared. “It’s really that stuck, I swear to god,” she said, blowing some hair from in front of her face in frustration. I’ve been pulling at this thing for… I dunno, longer than I fucking should, that’s for sure.” she threw her hands up in the air, fed up with the knife that had gotten lodged into her cabinet door.










