Jonathan Tropper. Then live for yourself (№ 321356)

- Well, why can't we be friends? 'she says.
You're sleeping with my boss. It's a pretty good reason.
She closes her eyes, calling for help all the bottomless patience that it takes to deal with me. <...>
You're right, I'm not a Saint, she says, his whole appearance indicating that I'm not right circle, and she's a Saint, but she's bored with me. - I was very bad, and the desire to be happy again I did the unforgivable. I ruined our lives and you hate me for it.