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beer she threw the empty can near the trashcan, not even attempting to make it in the basket. The clang of the can hitting the tile made Cooper jump up and bark at the door.
    “You’re full of shit, Coop, that sound wasn’t even near the door.” Laughing, she clicked on one of the entries on the comment section of Jamie’s wall where some douchebag had written a story about him and Jamie that occurred over ten years ago. She typed a comment: hey d-bag, Jamie probly doesn’t even remmdher your name.
    Clearly intoxicated, Stella clicked submit before thinking or checking her spelling. She scrolled down to see a post left by a cheerleader from college about how much she missed him.
    Really, you miss him? Did you live with him? Were u negaged to jim. Cause I was bitch and I thinkn I miss him a little more
    Again, she clicked submit. This continued for another thirty minutes. By the time Stella had finished another beer she had commented on over thirty different posts on Jamie’s webpage.
    Rage consumed her, all these people making it seem like Jamie was their person to miss, their friend. None his real friends had commented on his webpage. His real friends were still reeling from the news of his death. They were still attempting to process the loss. The last thing they would be doing is posting bullshit on a website.
    The door slamming pulled her out of her manic attack on the webpage. Patrick walked up behind her, happy she was not in bed. His smile froze on his face when he realized what she had been up to for the past hour. Stella started to slam her laptop screen down but Patrick grabbed it, stopping her.
    “El, what’re you doing?” he asked, staring at the screen.
    “Nothing,” she said. Getting up, she went to the fridge and grabbed another beer.
    “You posted all these comments?” She could hear pity in his voice.
    Stella didn’t answer him, but turned up the beer. Patrick sat at the table and started deleting all of Stella’s rage-filled, grammatically challenged posts. He wasn’t quick enough deleting some of the posts, people were already responding in kind to Stella’s drunken rants. Closing his eyes for a few seconds, he took a breath and deleted the remaining posts, and then deleted Stella’s entire Facebook account.
    “Why would you get online and make drunken comments to all these people?” Patrick rubbed his head with his hand.
    “Why not? Those motherfuckers don’t even know him. That one bitch saw him, like, one time and now all of a sudden she is going to miss him so much . People are fucking lunatics.”
    “You’re acting like an asshole,” Patrick said calmly. “You can’t get drunk and put that kind of shit online. You can’t get that back. It’s out there. Based on those posts, you are a miserable person who thinks she’s the only one who can mourn her dead fiancé. And you can’t even spell. Plus, your grammar is horrific.”
    He powered down her laptop, wrapped the cord around it, and without another word, walked into his room and shut the door.

    Stella felt someone sit on her bed. She glanced at the clock. “What?” she croaked.
    “I wanted to catch you before you started drinking,” Patrick said softly.
    Stella pulled the sheet over her body. “What?”
    “You start school in a couple days and you missed orientation. You haven’t bought any books. You cannot possibly be throwing away law school.”
    “Why do you care?” Stella was cantankerous on a constant basis since Jamie died.
    “I just do.” Patrick looked around the room at the boxes still packed all over the room.
    She turned over in her bed, facing the bathroom. “I’m deferring,” she said flatly.
    “What?” Patrick didn’t hear her.
    “I’m deferring, okay,” she yelled.
    “You’re not going? For how long?”
    “I deferred for a year. Now leave me alone.”
    Patrick put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off. “El, get dressed and come with me.”
    “Patrick, please leave me