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24: Truth hurts II
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Eric's girlfriend is the last person I expect to see, but it all adds up now. She's the reason he didn't show up today. But why? The question stirs a plausible answer as I analyse her clothing and slightly messed up hair. My stomach churns, a lump forming in my throat.
I try to swallow past it and find my voice. “Where's Eric?”
Although she just called me a boyfriend snatcher, I choose to ignore it.
“You're even wearing his hoodie on top.” She points at the hoodie and laughs scornfully. “This girl you're really trying your best o. You know when those girls told me what you've been up to with my boyfriend, I almost didn't believe it. But now you're here, I don't doubt they were telling the truth.”
It doesn't take long for me to understand she's talking about the girls that wouldn't stop glaring my way when I came over.
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