“Four years of my life. I’ve done everything. No makeup. Tons of makeup. Brown hair. Blonde hair, which –” She tugs on a piece of her red hair and scoffs. “Looked awful on me, by the way. I’ve done clingy. I’ve played hard to get. I’ve tried making him jealous. I’ve done everything, and he’s never so much as looked twice at me. He’s never looked twice at anyone. To be honest, I was starting to think he was just asexual or something.” Sophie points an acrylic nail in my direction. “But then you come along, and he’s all over you. So, before this year ends, before I move on with my life and marry
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That is... actually, really sad, I'm not gonna lie.
