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Jared
The next morning, I pull up at Angelina’s in her freshly repaired Toyota. Tank was a real bro to me and got it turned around fast. I owe him one, for sure.
I climb out and knock on her door. I texted her, so she’s expecting me, but when she comes to the door, she has a breathless, fluttery quality that makes me want to snatch her up into my arms and press her against the door for a kiss.
But I’m not here for kissing. I’m here for something far more distasteful. Something she wouldn’t forgive me for, if she remembered it. But, of course, she won’t remember.
“Hi.” Her lip-glossed smile beams so bright it would melt the fresh coat of paint on her car. I’m almost wounded by it. Like it gets somewhere between the cracks in my chest and fills me too full of her all-good light.
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