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Yeah A coffee is going toon him

My nails dig into h

She’s so…

Who the fuck does she think she is, inviting hi?

To this cake tasting?

To this half-assed attey?

“I’h?”

“Great Thanks” I hate her expensive cardigan I hate her I’onna be a bride ivory dress I hate her perfect smile

I need her to be wrong

I need her to hurt

I need her to cry herself to sleep wishing for his forgiveness

Does she even realize how thoroughly she broke him?

Like a reflex,at his t-shirt Pull him into a kiss

My lips brush his

My other hand slides into his wavy hair