“Every single trip Stephanie comes, she doesn’t trust me,” he said. “It’s nothing f**king new, you know? Every trip she comes, she brings condoms, she doesn’t trust me and we never use them, so it’s nothing f**king new.”
Later a vindictive Stephanie called Ryan and ended it, and said she was going to find another man in Belize.
“I feel you’re lower than low,” she said. “I feel you could crawl under this whole building. So, all I need to know is why? Do you really hate me that much that I asked for one thing, one respectable thing, wear a condom so I have peace of mind? … This is over. This is over. F**k off and die, Ryan. You know what? I’m going to go find myself a little cabana boy. Well, I got tons of nice slides and slippers. And man, I’ve got thousands of dollars of watches and tons of clothes.”
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