Story 123:
I remember when we first exchanged secrets. I showed you the freckle on the bottom of my foot. You showed me your fang.
Story 124:
“You
promised me the world. You said that if we got married, I’d be rich, popular,
and have everything I could possibly want. Well here I am, being tormented to death
by your stinginess. I hate you!” She paused. “Carl?”
“My
name’s Troy. Do I know you?”
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