"I've been lonely for so long" she told me in that sad, little voice that always makes me want to cry. Poor Sarah, I thought, she's all alone with no one to hug her at night, or kisses her goodbye when she goes off to work.
"Well, enough about me, keep going on with your story Rebecca". What story was I telling her? I didn't even remember. I knew everything I told her was a lie because that's what are friendship consisted of lies.
"I wonder what being told the truth is like"? I thought outloud. She was flabbergasted. If she were to say something, I could have defended myself very easily and quickly. She didn't. Sarah just walked out of the restaurant, arrogant as ever.
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