when i was fourteen a boy asked me to the eighth grade dance.
i was happy about it. a boy liked me.
or so i thought.
that night i showed up to the dance with a pretty dress only to see him making out with some girl in the corner.
he was in eighth grade for fucks sake.
who cheats in eighth grade?
who makes out in eighth grade?
three people had lost my trust.
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