Then I swear I will stop talking about her, because I have to stop thinking about her. I have to.
It isn't the fact that she is staggeringly attractive, because she is. Her smile. Her laugh. Oh god. It hurts. But she really had me when we were at the bar and she made fun of fat people with this really disdainful look on her face. Like fat was the grossest thing in the entire world.
United in hate. The things relationships are made of.
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