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You came to my house last night.

My parents weren't home and I was in the living room watching tv when you knocked on the door.

I never thought you'd come to my house. Why would you? So I stood up walked to the door and opened it. One glance at your stupid face and I slammed the door shut, but you threw it back open.

You stepped into the house, not welcomed, and you said. "We need to talk."

I lost it.

All those months of me wondering what the hell had happened to us. All those months of me trying to talk to you, came crashing onto me and I screamed at you.

Screamed at you all the questions that had been building up in my head. You didn't like this, so you had the fucking nerve to slam your hand over my mouth.

I did the only plausible thing to do, I bit down on your hand and threw you out, ignoring your angry screams.

I hate you.

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