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Thunderstorms and Broken Hearts

Kaitlyn S., Auburn, AL By unwrittenlove, Mount Berry, GA

“D*mn it, Rob,” I groaned. “I told you I couldn’t do this.”

My cloudy blue eyes narrowed and my lips pressed together into a flat line. I frowned as I dug my nails into my palm trying to keep from running a hand through his hair. I stood silently, waiting for him to speak. My frown deepened as his molten brown eyes glazed over and his mouth opened.

“I told you before,” he grumbled in a low voice. “I don’t want to date you. I never did and I never will.”

“That’s a d*mn lie and you know it,” I accused. Rob scowled at me, warning me to go any further in my accusations.

“I don’t lie,” he said slowly as if I were a child incapable of understanding him.

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