He told her about a girl he met in his friend's party. She listened as he told her about how pretty and kind this girl was. After a minute, she looked away. And there, he stopped talking.
"What wrong with you?" he asked. "Don't worry. She's just a friend."
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked as she started to cry. "That's how you talked about me when we first met."
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Tales of a Girl
Short StoryAt night, she pulls her blanket to herself, takes her pen, and remembers every detail in her life. She had a lot to write about her regrets of the past, her doubts of the present, and her worries for her future. She did not want to think, but she st...
