boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs.
boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs.
boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs. boobs.
you always loved staring at
my cleavage, that’s all you saw.
during class you’d turn around when our
teacher wasn’t looking and throw little
balls of rolled paper into my shirt, laugh,
and turn back around as if nothing happened
and you were paying attention to your studies
the whole entire lesson.
laughing through my teeth i’d call you a perve
and throw your balled papers at the back of
your head.
you were just a boy, it was in your dna to look
at them
and i was just a girl, it was in my dna to like
the attention, whether or not i should have.
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heyhi, sorry if this chapter gives you the creeps or makes you cringe your nose. i haven’t said this before in previous chapters, but this story is based on true events so i’m trying not to change much and keep everything as is. however, names do differ for privacy. xxx
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Short Story❝I wish I could have told you goodbye. But I didn't know. I didn't know.❞ © tilmorning.
