11/1 3:24… Shit. 3:26… Why won’t you text me back? 3:29… You’re such a bitch. Fuck. Stop…stop playing with me. I thought, for once, it’d be so easy. So, so easy to be friends with you. I fucking trusted you. What is this? I hate telling you things because now I fear that you told everyone. You knew from day one that you can trust me. Tell me...
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