"Whoa, why did you slam the door?"
"He called off our date."
"Lucius?"
". . ."
"The-cutest-guy-in-your-grade Lucius?"
"He is the eighth cutest, for your information."
"Details, details. So, what happened?"
"I told him about the bald thing and he just-"
"He just?"
"He just said, 'You know what? I'll leave you to do whatever and we just won't go to prom together.'"
"He. . . is an asshole."
"I know."
"Why did he call it off?"
"I don't know. . . Maybe he doesn't want to go to prom with a messed up girl."
"You're not messed up."
". . ."
"Trich is messed up."
". . ."
"Here. A box of tissues. Your snot is disgusting and your crying face is hurting my eyes."
". . ."
". . .There, there."
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Trich
Short StoryA dialogue-only story about Revara [who suffers from a severe case of trichotillomania] and her [sort-of supportive] younger brother, Reese. _______________________ Cover by me :D Revara speaks with normal font. Reese speaks with italics. Book One o...
