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Jun 2017
I once stayed up until four in the morning, waiting for my lover, who is in a band, to get done with his set. He said I'd only have to wait until three, but, at 3:50am, sent me a text telling me that these girls had taken him to dinner, and unless I wanted to wait another hour, it wasn't going to happen. When I told him not to worry about it, he said "For sure. Sorry to keep you waiting. I hope these people are worth it, sexually." and he laughed. It's fine, though. I don't love him. Right?

-E (c) 2017
Get it? A Short Story? ***?
Gabriela Marangelli Santos
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Gabriela Marangelli Santos  19/F/Reno, NV
(19/F/Reno, NV)   
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