“You’re too weird.” He said after a pause.
She laughed.
“You’re too normal.”
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Removing her hand from his face, she looked at him and said, “You’re supposed to kiss me at midnight.”
And he did.
“Listen … I really do not want to be on a date right now, nothing personal,” I said.
“Of course,” he replied quickly, “It’s not a date; it’s just hanging out here, together.”
Your world came crashing down that day. You don’t know how you survived it, how you didn’t break down and fall through the cracks. But you did it, you survived.
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Your earliest memory is of a rainy day in your father’s old house, with your father yelling loudly at you, almost as loud as the sound of the heavy rain outside. You don’t remember why he was yelling, he used to yell a lot.
Phidelia Imiegha 