Excerpts From the Stories I'll Never Write

[27] Quean

“A-Are you breaking up with me?” he said, wide-eyed. Oh please.

“Didn’t you know that I’m just playing around? How foolish of you.”

“W-What?”

I smiled sweetly, “It’s not my fault that you’re stupid, love.”

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