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Worst Day Ever

Matt

"You really like the painting I did?" She sat beside me in the car, a smile on her beautiful face. She had no makeup on, and her hair was wild as shit, which was just the way I liked her best.

The windows were down in the car, and I could barely hear her, but the feeling of the wind against our skin was needed. Freedom was ours when we were together. It was a great reminder.

"I love it, baby."

"My dad used to love looking at my art, but I usually had to hide it under my bed." She glanced toward her open window. "My mom hated it. Called it a complete waste of time."

"She's a cold-hearted bitch, Erica."

"No. She's just mean. She thinks that things should be the way she wants them, and if they're not, she shuns them. She just doesn't get it."

"How is she? Have you seen her lately?"

"Yeah. This last week. The day you broke things off with me." She glanced over at me. "Sunday?"

"Fuck. Seriously?" I shook my head. "That had to be the-"

"Worst day of my life." She finished my sentence f
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