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I grabbedstill on the table They felt hter and emptier Like my life
I sto if my now ex-boyfriend were already on his way to repossess et someone else to do it That seemed more like—
“Miss?”
The word calass door I turned around
“You still have to… well…”
I knew the answer before even asking the question
“Don’t even tell me he didn’t pay”
The etically “Sort of,” he said, his voice hesitant “He, uh…”
“Let uess,” I offered, with a mad chuckle “He only paid for himself?”
“Well… yeah”
Fuck you Malcolm
I openedwith ood day I should’ve gotten a raise, a well-deserved pro boyfriend at soh to
Instead I was in so my own bill I’d missed the promotion, and now I didn’t even have a car anymore
Oh yeah, and ht before Christmas
Fuck my life