Remember when I spilled tomato juice all over myself at your mansion, and I told your mom that I was on my period?
Remember how we couldn't stop laughing about it afterwards?
Remember when you helped me with an assignment in English, and we ended up making the most vulgar poetry to have ever existed? Or when we helped your chef bake a pie for an event, but we ate it all?
So many memories. I just wish we could have made more.
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Out of Ink | A Short Story
Short Story❝What if he didn't leave ... what if he disappeared?❞ highest rank: #27 in SS 1st place for Best Tragedy in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017 2nd place for Short Story in the Crystal Awards 2016/2017