It was now a year later from that day. And it was flop-flapping fantastic. Just so you know.
We didn't really start anything for a while. But now, we had been dating for five months. We really only fought about the plastic in cheetos. Nothing all too serious.
But things got out of hand. Fairly quickly. And it didn't feel very fair. We grew apart slowly from her friend. She felt neglected. So with that.
W e
b r o k e
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But we decided to stay friend. I know. Its a risky move. But we did. While it was a bit awkward and uncomfortable at first, we went back to normal. A happy and glee, trio of friends. And she was ok.
I was-
Well-
Sort of there.
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