Imagine you have run a marathon, you haven't slept in 24 hours and you're one joint down and your boyfriend leaves you. Of course, it's because you fucked up. You slept with someone while traveling. That affair didn't last long, but the chats did. Your boyfriend discovers three month old chats where you are all lovey-dovey with the other guy. Boyfriend says, I could sniff romance. I don't trust you anymore. Besides, you bitched about me with him. I feel disrespected. You say of course, you have all the right to. You have all to write too. A momentous marathon, a long walk, coming to an end, a story beginning to emerge.
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