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Don't Hold Back

“Uh, hey Charlotte, " I noticed a huge bandage on her arm, “Uh, I got fired today.”

She looked at me for a second only to begin slamming the door in my face. I was quicker though and stopped the door with my foot, “It’s because I saw your Facebook status.”

“Oh so you’re stalking me now??”

I looked down at my feet, knowing that that was truly the case. I was stalking her, “No,” I murmured, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I can take care of myself, thank you,” she sniffed. With those words said from her, I laughed cynically, “Sure doesn’t look like it,” and I pointed to her arm. Charlotte quickly covered the bandage with her other hand, “I…fell on some glass pots.”

“Oh sure, says the one that was going to jump off a building last night. That’s right, you fell on some pots.”

She was silenced after that and for a moment I thought she’d speak. Instead, she studied me than slammed the door, catching my by surprise, “Wait!” I punched the door, “What happened with your dad?”

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