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“M’kay, Hairy Berry. Listening to you is going to make me cry more Your voice is like a needle piercing through my eardrum, not even Gospel music could save me from the deafening conundrum that is your voice so, in order to save myself because Jesus shows pride in self-love, I will not listen to you which means you can scurry on out of here and go change out of your dusty granny panties.” the blonde retorted. The last person she’d wanted to see was Rachel, but of course, just Kitty’s luck, Rachel had to come knock on the window of her car while Kitty was trying to quietly dismantle the emotions caused by the severity of Kitty’s built up feelings inside. She wasn’t like, hysterically crying or anything despite the heavy feeling to let it all out buried within. She was simply shedding a couple of tears, but for Kitty a couple of tears meant a lot and it was often taken way out proportion because hello? Kitty was heartless.

Sniffling slightly, she wiped the still damp tears from the corners of her eyes and turned her head towards Rachel. What the hell did she want? The pair were far from friends, they were just neighbors. “If you have to borrow an egg or a blender for one of your diabetes infested vocal cord shakes then go inside and ask Sam. I don’t know if your husband’s slow nature has rubbed off on you but if you haven’t noticed I’m a little busy right now and would like to be left alone.” Which was a total lie. The last thing Kitty wanted was to be alone, but who did she have? She wouldn’t be able to open up to anybody about what was truly bothering her, not her husband, not Rachel and there was no question in her mind about Finn, she was never talking to him again. She was doing just fine pretending he didn’t exist. Instead Kitty would just drive around until she was too tired to think anymore, then she could sleep and forget everything for a little while. “It’s always a pleasure, but don’t stop by again.” she told the brunette sarcastically. “Goodbye.”