The Shyanta
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"What do you think this is.... a cliche? he smirked as if it was a normal question. "that I would come to get the shyanta, fall in love then forget about it?" I wanted to say something but it was like my mouth had frozen together with my brain. He shoved his hands into his pocket and took a step away from me. I stared at him, hoping that he would just say that it was all a prank and that he would stay, but my last piece of hope was shattered when I heard him say " Anyway, thanks for the shyanta and the sex". Like that was not enough, he still had to say " It was nice knowing you Aviva" and walked away,oblivious of what he had caused. That he had ruined my life.
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