I left this morning, early, to make sure you weren't awake.
I left to get you groceries.
I knew you wouldn't eat when I was gone.
I was gone less than half an hour.
I regretted leaving when I returned.
In the process Of making another Dear Bully thing.
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Dear Bully,
Short StoryWhat did I do? It hurts. What did I do to deserve so much pain? °°°