Shortcake
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Read between July 25 - July 27, 2020
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stepping onto the porch, breathing in the fresh air while listening to the birds singing me a song. They might even get together with the neighborhood mice and make me a dress later, who knows.
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“Sara Johnson.” The name rolls off Ben’s tongue like it’s some kind of a proclamation. “Yeah?” Winston says, his voice is suddenly soft. “I’m calling it in.” “You’re what?” “You heard me.” “What’s going on?” I hear Nick ask. “He called in Sara Johnson,” Winston states, his voice edged with anger. “No shit?” A deep voice sounds that I think belongs to Jesse. “Yep,” Nick answers. “You fucking suck,” Winston curses. I feel Ben shrug his shoulders. “Didn’t see that one coming,” Jesse mutters.
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“C’mon,” he says, taking Jesse’s arm, helping him rise from the door frame he’s slumped against. “But I want to see her eat tacos,” Jesse protests as Ben leads him back to the couch.
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“I’m like a guy who watches too much porn and can’t get it up for a real woman. No real man can compare to my BBFs.” She swallows. “I’m destined to grow old alone, surrounded by my hoard of books and cats.”
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Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost was a lying sack of shit.
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He grips his chest, his nostrils flare. “My heart fucking stopped when you called tonight. Fucking stopped.” He takes an angry step toward me. “So why don’t you tell me how I fucking feel. Tell me what this shit means.”