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His Waffling Heart
He’s eating heart-shaped waffles since they’re the special while the fresh-faced blonde leans toward him, enrapt by the lines he’s spewing.
He glances up, sees me, guilt written on his face as I sit next to him and smile broadly at the girl who, in turn, frowns at me as I ask: “Are you joining our Valentine’s threesome?” and then she’s looking between our faces, panic widening her eyes before she hurries away.
“Yeah, me neither,” I mutter before leaving him.
end 2/9/2017
S. Darlington
Well done! mwhahaha
brilliant!
Great Title.