“I don’t do feelings.” I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Even before I was born I already got my heart broken by a guy.”
He wanted to laugh but I looked directly and straightly at his face.
“Who broke your heart?”
“My father”
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC
“I don’t do feelings.” I said.
“Why?” he asked.
“Even before I was born I already got my heart broken by a guy.”
He wanted to laugh but I looked directly and straightly at his face.
“Who broke your heart?”
“My father”
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