Willard & Maple “Oh, Ronan has endless mozzarella?” he barked, crossing his arms. “My fund isn’t good enough for you? You’re going straight to the source?” “Kellen, you have to understand…” I said, walking towards the milk jug. “I think I need to take this. For your own good. You’re so protective of it that I can’t ever -” “For my own good?” he said incredulously. “You’re the one so obsessed with mozzarella that you can’t go a day without gazing at the jug like it’s a Monet!” “Well, maybe because I want to spend it!” I shouted, wrenching the jug off the dresser and clutching it to my chest. I stumbled to the door, fumbling with the doorknob. “Don’t you dare!” Kellen shouted, pointing a finger at me. His eyes darted around wildly, and he took a broom from the corner. He shook it at me. “Sarah, you can’t just take the fund!” I stared at him, flicking a penny from my pocket. He caught it, staring back, now desperate, finally realizing the gravity of the situation. “Let’s see how well you do without it,” I said in a low voice. The door slammed shut behind me, and I escaped into the night.
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