FOR ONCE, SHE HAD AN OUNCE OF CONFIDENCE. With the test in her hand, she walked up to the 'love of her life' and smiled softly with her thin, strawberry lips. Yet this confidence went down the drain after seeing him with his new toy.
Playing his own little game.
She felt as though she had been struck by lightning. Test in hand, she snatched his bottle of beer, hit it against the wall, and cried. She threw the pregnancy test on his lap and ran away.
Again.
❝ Stop running away. Your problems will follow you.❞
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Short Storythere are a plethora of outcomes concluding a plethora of matches · yet if capabilities are so infinite, then why does history excessively repeat itself? WINTER • ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©
