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“No… to make him see I’m an option”
“Dean offers to fuck you ten times a day”
“It’s not Dean” She takes a long sip of her drink Lets out a softlike Dean”
“Walker?”
“How is Walker nothing like Dean?”
“Brendon?”
“You’re not gonna guess”
“I know him?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yeah” I stare into her eyes “You deserve a guy ill move the stars for you”
She stares at her plate Pushes her kale to its rim “He would If he was mine But he’s not”
“Tell me you’re not as hopeless as I am”
Her laugh is sad “Is anyone?”
“True” I study her expression Her brow is furrowed Her eyes are turned down She’s frustrated And she’s off somewhere else
Who the fuck is this idiot who can’t see how a she is?