January 2011
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Rebecca: “How did we get to be friends.”
Me: “I took the boy you had a crush on. Then you held hands with him. We should hate each other.”
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Rebecca: “Bitches they come, they go.”
These are the not-quite mornings, the long settled into nights, that make me never want to fall in love again. Staying awake with everything that went wrong makes me scared to be anywhere but alone. One day I will learn to hate him.
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