Friday, June 24, 2005

Fiddy-word Fridays: Busted

That bitch. That BITCH. THAT. BITCH.

I came home early and saw them in bed together. My former best friend and THAT BITCH.

I thought about the gun how I could shoot them both. I'd go to jail, but I didn't care.

But I walked out and didn't say anything.

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