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placing a kiss there. How dare he touch
me with lips that were all over my best
friend? Did he think of me while he was
fucking her, telling her how frigid I'd
become?
I climb out of the car and wait on
the curb while he drags my bags out of
the trunk. He might as well make himself
useful. We walk up to my parents’ house,
not a word exchanged between us.
