F U C K ain’t nothing good here.

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I really am that naive.  How is that even fucking possible?

You really thought it was ok to ask my friend where you could go on a date that you wouldn’t run into me?

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You really thought it was ok to ignore me, refuse to answer me in person, on line, on email, at all?

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You really thought it was ok to come back and fuck me afterwards?

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Ain’t nothing good about this day. Unidentified creepy bugs last night, unwelcome revelations today.

But I didn’t smoke. I put in lipstick, boots, tight jeans, ordered a beer. But I didn’t smoke.