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i wiped the tears off my face and took a deep breath.
and i looked at the mirror again. back at me.
and i thought even more. i knew what the voice said was true.
but i didn't want to lose chandler.
i didn't want to lose anybody.so, i was going to pretend that nothing happened.
i don't know , maybe it would go away.
you're stupid.
but, no matter how hard i tried. it wouldn't help.
the voice wouldn't leave.
he is still cheating on you ? who knows what he's doing right now?
i took the palm of my hand and pounded it against my head, attempting to get the voice out.
there was a pounding behind my eyebrow and it wouldn't stop.
i pounded harder , faster. over and over again. the pain was overtaken by the voice .
before i knew it, i was crying , still trying to get the voice out.
i was sobbing like a maniac, pounding my hand on my head.
i realized what i was doing and stopped .
surely, my head was gonna bruise.
i quickly grabbed some paper towels and patted them all over my face.
i let done my hair and re-did it. otherwise, i would've looked like a bigger mess.
i dragged myself to the door. my hand was shaking , but i managed to put my hand on the door handle.
i shakily opened the door.
i walked out and looked for chandler, i was partially hiding.
i stood behind a clothing rack and searched for him
my eyes were probably still puffy, because my vision was still a little blurry.
i heard footsteps close to me.
i quickly switched hiding places.
now, i was behind a shelf.
the footsteps stopped . instead, i started hearing muffled noises.
i stayed as quiet as i could.
i breathed slowly and only from my nose.
i looked at the red and white striped crop tops on the shelf i was staying behind, as i tried to make out what the voice were.
it was chandler, i could definitely tell.
he was laughing and his laugh was basically engraved in mind.
but, i still had trouble making out the other voice.
i mean i recognized it. it was a girl, but, it wasn't too familiar.
and then it hit me.
it was katelyn nacon.
yeah, it was her giggles.
i swallowed hard.
again, i still felt embarrassed.
even, if i was all by myself.
i got up quietly and slowly.
i walked over to the aisle chandler and i were before the bathroom
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Storie d'amoreplay•er /'plāər/: someone who is an expert at manipulating someone into thinking they actually love them some change.