"Just ignore him." My friends would repeat, over and over again.
But they never understood that they weren't words I could block out from my ears. Once I heard them there was no way I could just ignore them.
So I would get pissed at you. Maybe you liked getting a reaction. Maybe you liked getting attention. I suppose it didn't matter to me. I just thought you were wrong and you needed to be told that.
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Toxic
Krótkie Opowiadaniashe was flowers and sweet gin, and he was the poison that destroyed them highest ranking: #561 in Short Story current ranking: #561 in Short Story
