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er her face, and the last thing that she wanted to do right now was have to wake up. She he

rry he couldn't hack it." She said to her, and she gave her a tight-lipped smile because, in truth, she wasn't surprised that he had not come for her birthday.

ved from him was the occasional letter. They were the wealthiest people i

odding her head. "Don't worry, Arturo made a strawberry shortcake, and I made you some brownies. There are several presents

turning twenty, and she had been foolish enough to believ

dress for your party and everything. I know that you will

k to start her morning routine as she pulled her blonde hair into a bum and slipped on a summer dress that c

ntly be at odds with one another, and as Rosa had promised, as she stepped inside, she found a layered strawberry

down some of your friends." He said to her, and she rolled

tting the party ready. She was nervous about whether anyone would come. And as the time

e look like a fool." She said in frustration as she looked at the decorations. She

dened her eyes as she went to open it. She found several of her classmates from school sta

hat it was your birthday, so happy birthday. I hope you have a beer, and if not, we brought some." She said to her, and s

left. "Well, I guess then all I can say to you now is that you guys should

, and the living room was a gaming arena. She was glad that there were people over and

some of the cups. She was already playing clean up to the people around her. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she h

ng on the other end as she heard the sound of loud music playing as well. She f

t I swear I will be home soon." He started, but she felt it start to break up. She decided to

y dressed in suits and ball gowns, and she felt her body freeze whe

istening as she felt her hand tremble. "Can you be honest with me right now a

un and that you had to leave me behind like you always do. I hate you." She yelled. But to her horror, before he cou

led, but she knew h

.

still yet to get out of her grief. The only interaction she had was with Louisa when she

she hated him, and that was the last thing he had heard. That guilt

e sound of gunshots from outside her door. She tried to steady herself in an attempt to keep herself compos

pen as she closed her eyes. Heavy footsteps filled the

she heard was

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