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the telephone booth where the girl was standing was red. she clicked open the box and stepped in. quickly she typed away her boyfriend’s phone neumber that she knew from memory and stood tehre wwhile the phone was rining. ring. ring. ring. wherei s he she thought? is he missing me just as much as im missing him? she had no idea. she was just waiting. and then she knew. he was cheating on her. all those days, promises, moments of love and lust and beauty and affection were bullshit. he was an asshole, she should have beleived her gut.

Posted By Pooja Shah On 05.25.2011 @ 12:44 am