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Sorry

“Oh come on, nice thighs…”
I could feel her whisper in my ear as she sat inches away from me.
“But I’ve never been with a girl…”
“There’s a first for everything Rose. Try it! It’s fun, I swear.”
As she said this, she pulled me closer to her on the couch.
“I don’t know what to say. I really don’t.”
“Say you love me. Say you want to be with me.”

Reporter: “Rose, Rose are you listening?”
Rose: “I’m sorry I must have zoned out. What were you asking me?”
Reporter: “In your new book you talk about letting god take care of all of your regrets. Tell us, how does that work?”
Rose: “I pray to god to make the right choices in life. That’s all.”
Reporter: “So, you live a regret free life now? You have no regrets.”

“I can’t be with you. I just can’t.”
“Come on nice thighs, don’t be silly.” She pressed her hand against my thigh, her face now milimeters away from mine.
“I’m sorry.”

Reporter: “Rose, do you have any regrets?”
Rose: “No. I have none…”

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