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A Two Year Old Shirt
**CAMILLA RENÉE**
FRIDAY"We need to talk."My voice was cold and void of any sentiment, exactly what he earned.He shook, squinting his lids while glancing for a few seconds.His eyes held so much hurt. He should've considered all this before fucking Eva.I led the way and he followed. We got to another class it's the same one he tried to kiss me in.I kept my hand down jostling the irritating thoughts low while striving hard not to smack him."That stunt you pulled during lunch..."I trailed off fuming with anger, he drooped his head. Of course. What in heaven's name could he use as a defence."Let's hold off on what you pulled at lunch today. First off, the reason why we are at this point at all. You cheated. I'm not sure I've said it your false without any bull shit to cover things up, so I'm saying it now. You fucking cheated on me. We were in a relationship, you had sex with another girl. ThatRelated chapters
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