Short Story 4

I was terribly uncertain as to why I still was hurting. The girl I don’t deserve left in a taxi with her blonde friends, didn’t ask me if I wanted to meet up with them again. I shouldn’t have been driving but I made it safe, I guess.

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~ by perfectionatrix on August 18, 2011.

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