Nothing hurts more than going to B’s when he’s not there
it’s like really, where’d you go?
why’d you leave?
I made it to the church a few minutes after seven, Mack helped me carry my stuff in. Then I spent a few minutes more looking for B. but realized he probably wasn’t there. So where the hell was he and why’s he playing hard to get? Doesn’t he know I need to see him everyday. So I began to hate him cause it was all I could do till my thoughts moved on to another man.
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