“Will you just stop talking?” I sigh. I hate hearing her talk about how bad her days are at college. She’s never been through the pain I have. She’s to sensitive. I see her eyes widened a bit. Her soft lips and light brown hair aggravate me. Her small figure and hip dips, her style, her tone, her scent of freshly cut strawberry’s. Everything makes me mad. Her eyes soften. God damnit, is she really going to think she can have my sympathy? Pathetic. I am only here for her fathers money
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