Laughter bubbles out of me as I think of the next day. It comes out as I imagine yelling my ex-friend's name out and then, in my cute black short, turn around and ask, "how does my ass look today?" Giggles come out when I imagine her face. Then, I imaine yelling, "and here, this is yours!" and tossing the paper explaining everything down at her. The giggles stop. I can't imagine anymore. Maybe it's just that I don't want to.
They come out again when I remember my ex-bestie's reply to saying not eating is the only way I've lost weight. "Screw you, beyotch" was the best she could do.
Based on a true story.
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