The door opened slowly. He walked in. Her boyfriend. That low-life, good for nothing, piece of shit boyfriend. I thought so lowly of him, because in all honesty, I was jealous. In all honesty, I was envious of him. Envious of that disgusting, low-life, who just walked in the door
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i ike the story still
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I like it.
Anthony, marry me, make me rich and famous. We'll be struggling artists.
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