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2024-10-06 16:00:41“So, Brianna, do you have a boyfriend?” It’s been about fifteen minutes since Mrs. Porter and I have been chatting.
Or rather, she keeps asking me questions while I keep answering, hoping to escape as soon as possible.“Good, good, the boyfriend is with someone else!” I hope that by using my terrible jokes, Mrs. Porter will stop inviting me to her house.
Now that I think about it… what is Mrs. Porter’s first name?
I have no idea.It’s almost normal talking to her when she’s not rambling on about her husband.
“Did you see Mike? What did I tell you? Boys today aren’t as faithful as they used to be.”
Scratch that.
Then she turns to me. “You know, Brianna? Before I met Mike, I was with a guy I thought was really the love of my life. And do you know what he did?”
Someone please pull me out of this conversation.
I shake my head in denial.
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