Life gave me rotten lemons

Oh my god. He was hitting on her. I watched them go inside. This can’t be happening. How was this going on? Sam and Jess? This is going to be a long night. I sat against the tree. I should have brought my book. With the nice bookmark that Sam had made me. My favorite one- even though it’s only half complete. She had promised to finish it.

How could I be thinking of my bookmark at a time like this?

24 minutes later (kinda short if you think about it) Sam came out. I recognized the look on her face.

Not good. -the kind of look you get when your whole purpose in life is to be around someone else.

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