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Starbucks //n.h.//
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Ongoing, First published Jan 27, 2016
Viskas prasidėjo nuo paprasto apsilankymo kavinėje, jis dyrbo padavėju mėlynos akys, balti dantys, blondiniški plaukai, jis buvo tobulas vaikinas svajonių vyras. 
Jis sakė mane myli.
Bet tai tik melas!
Melas!
Ir dar daugiau melo!
Jis manim pasinaudojo!
Dabar aš sėdžiu bažnyčioje ir laukiu įžengenčios nuotakos, verkiu Ninai į petį visi galvoja, kad čia džiaugsmo ašaros, bet ne čia gailesčio ir apgavystės ašaros, išdavystės. 
Čia Niall vestuvės.
Niall permeta man džiaugsmo šypsnį, jis gal jis tyčiojasi? Staiga ji įžengia į salę su balta dailia suknele. Niall įsišiepe, kaip debilas, o aš verkiu, verkiu Ninai į petį. Nebeištvėriau atsistojau ir iššėjau iš salės.
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