“You jump from empathic to judgemental with bearly a breath between. It’s actually quite difficult to keep up.” Cory picked dead grass off his suit. “One minute you’re teary-eyed about the plight of orphans and the next you’re sneering at the poor for daring to exist.”
“Be serious.”
“I am. You need to decide who you are.” He looked me in the eyes again. “Are you a good person who can afford to try and be empathetic, or are you a judgemental snob?”
“I don’t know. God.” I looked away from him, red-faced. I could feel tears of embarrassment building in my eyes, as I tried to taper my anger. I’d never felt so exposed in my whole entire life.
Dexter meets someone who won't tolerate his unique brand of BS The Small Town Horror (Chapter 18)
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