90 Days

90 Days

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Romance
As I looked back, its been 7 years since we met and 120 days since she left. Where did she go, you ask? She's gone now and never will come back, or will she?
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RACHEL

get the fuck out!" I yelled for the tenth time in two minutes. My sister Anna was an expert in getting to my nerves. She was everything I couldn't be; pretty, bold, neat, smart, beautiful and recently she was becoming a terrible flirt. "You said that before baby" she smirked. She was three years older than I was. Blonde, tall, slender and simply beautiful. In all these, she was an exceptional asshole. "I ain't your baby Anna, get out of my house!" I yelled. "Its not my fault your boyfriend kissed me, its your carelessness Rach" she spat. "Don't call me Rach ever again, that shit sounds like wretch!" I spat back "now get the fuck out" She shrugged "I guess you'll be getting a breakup then" I picked up my blue China plate and threw it. She flew up cursing "Holy Singing bird!" She cursed as she made for the door "did I tell you Ken was such a good kisser" she said. When I picked another plate, she opened the door and fled, then I sat down and wept.

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