She sat alone.
He sat with his friends.
She never ate.
He ate too much.
She was crying.
He was laughing.
She was on bleacher duty.
He was the half-back.
She loved him.
He never loved her.
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yours truly,
Short Story-completed- she loves him, he loved her. she would die for him, he would rather be alive. she was always happy, he was always angry. she treasured every moment, he forgot. she cried herself to sleep, he slept with others. she wanted him back, he wan...
