As she always did on nights like these, the girl ended up calling her friend at around 2 in the morning.
The friend scowled into the phone You're killing me, you know that?
She stopped scowling when the girl started talking. The friend's tone changed entirely as the story went on, the girl's voice getting thicker and thicker.
I told you the friend said, but it was quiet I bloody told you he'd better not be a dick.
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Любовные романыShe is a flower. Fragile, innocent & full of life. He is wilting. Broken, but pretending. The only thing that can save him is love. They meet, and their stories collide. *
