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“Yes, in the beginning, I thought he would just be having a bad day, but it started to get repetitive. It was not only the days that we met in the gym. It was also happening on our dates.”
I stopped for a moment, when I looked at her I could see her sadness. I then approached her and put my hand on her shoulder, and I tried to give her my best smile. She smiled back at me. And at that time, I made a gesture for her to wait. I went to the refrigerator and rummaged a bit, and got out a cola.
“I know it is not the best option for the stomach, but many times it is for the soul, Chinese proverb,” I said as I handed her the soda. She looked at me with a frown, and then she just shrugged her shoulder.
“Goodbye to my diet. First the pizza, now the soda.” She said.
I winked at her and continued to walk to the kitchen.
“Well, good. Long story short, I broke up with him, but he couldn’t accept that a woman
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I saw him come out of the room, and I heard voices, and then it sounded like the door was opening and then closing.The silence completely invaded the apartment, and I could feel the gaze of someone in the shades. I just sighed. This situation has really bothered me more than I would like.I said, “You don’t have to hide.”I could see how Malorie came out of the shadows, and her eyes were red. She slowly started approaching until she was sitting next to me.“The looks of a tramp you have,” I said jokingly.She just wrinkled her face, and she was looking terrible. She sure had been crying for quite some time. A pretty girl addicted to pizza cared about trash like me. It was quite an encouraging thought.“I’m sorry.” She said as she tried with her hands to stop the tears from coming out again.I got a little closer to her, and without thinking, I got even more intimate, and I stroked her c
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