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I breathed the night air in through my cigarette, slowly burning at the filter. I flicked it into the road and lit another. Things shouldn’t be so hard. The full moon illuminated everything that wasn’t already tarnished from the city lights 30 miles away. Sometimes I could sneak a glimpse of a star trying desperately to emerge through the corona that engulfed most of them.
She had just walked inside, told me she wasn’t the right girl for me. It had to have been the fourth time this week, but I had no solutions for her. We rarely talked anyway, and she had been bragging to her friends about how inconceivably good the sex was to avoid all questions about our relationship.
I stopped caring what she thought about me the third time I cheated on her. Slowly I had developed the tenacity to fuck every one of her friends. They all wanted it… they wanted to substantiate the rumors.
The radio wasn’t helping. Blaring outrageously absurd ads about furniture places, car dealerships, fast food restaurants all intermingled to form some semblance of white noise, a static so beautifully caustic that I turned it up just to drown out everything else in my head.
Things weren’t right anymore.
She had just walked inside, told me she wasn’t the right girl for me. It had to have been the fourth time this week, but I had no solutions for her. We rarely talked anyway, and she had been bragging to her friends about how inconceivably good the sex was to avoid all questions about our relationship.
I stopped caring what she thought about me the third time I cheated on her. Slowly I had developed the tenacity to fuck every one of her friends. They all wanted it… they wanted to substantiate the rumors.
The radio wasn’t helping. Blaring outrageously absurd ads about furniture places, car dealerships, fast food restaurants all intermingled to form some semblance of white noise, a static so beautifully caustic that I turned it up just to drown out everything else in my head.
Things weren’t right anymore.