She made it clear that I am a boy for not talking to her.
Then I let her make me feel guilty for paying her $400+ telephone bill.
Then she told me that she's sick. She told me about iron deficiencies and pap smears and her period and abnormal cells...
and she cried.
But I don't remember any real details cuz my sorry ass stops paying attention after I realize it's not going to be "He and I broke up."

So I was her friend for awhile.
I made her laugh.
I sent her home.

Home to the version of me that she can fuck. I'll say it all day to anybody but her.

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