{ 50 words }
“You jerk!” she says, pushing him away, disgusted with him. “I can’t believe you said that to me. We can’t do this. You can’t kiss me. I can’t be your girlfriend. It was all so perfect and now it’s ruined. Why’d you say it? Wasn’t my friendship enough for you?”
Written January 1, 2002.
Originally published in February 2010 by blink-ink [defunct].
© 2002-2016 by Brandon L. Rucker. All Rights Reserved.
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