You came up to me and asked me if I wanted to be friends with you again.
I gave you one of the most dumbest looks ever.
If that was how you were going to play in order for me to forgive you, then fine.
I can be your friend again.
"Want to come with me to the ice cream parlor down the street?"
You gave me this goofy grin and held out your hand for me to take.
I still couldn't help but to let a smile spread across my face; you've always known that ice cream was one of my favorites.
But that doesn't mean that I'll ever forgive you.
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The Girl Who Couldn't Speak ✓
Storie breviMama told me that I was a beautiful girl when I was little. Mama said that I had the prettiest tan skin, soft wavy black hair, and the most enchanting emerald eyes. She always called me her bundle of joy. Then she got very sad when she told me that...
