I don’t know if she wanted to take me home because she was lonely, horny, mad at her ex, or didn’t have cab fare… but I know it wasn’t because she liked me.
Sometimes maturity = making the right choice even when it’s a bad one. I thought about that the whole ride home.
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hey, you’ve been quiet awhile – nice to see you writing again. i hope you had a good summer.