Grandma's FarmHouse

Grandma's FarmHouse

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she sits in her bed, typing away on her laptop. her hair has fallen into her face, but she doesn't move to fix it. I'm messerized by every move she makes. Never had I seen such grace and beauty. However, even as I looked at her my hate grew. Her body was waisted. I wanted to puke at the mess she had let happen to herself. Not her physical self, but on her insides. She had let another man touch her in ways only I should have touched her. I couldn't decide if I wanted to kill her or pull her close and never let go.
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"SO I WAS ONLY A BET TO YOU!" She yelled at me. "Look I'm sorry but at first it was, but then when we kiss it just change everything. I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left, then I was hurt and mad because you wouldn't give me your phone number," I was holding her hand looking at her apologetic. "You're such a dick and then you went and fuck one of those girls. I can't believe this I just knew you were mistake. I knew I shouldn't have fuck with you........you're too young and you act stupid. You know what I'm so done with you............UGH I feel so stupid," she walks away angrily.

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