Ishaa Sohail Esch
As I wander I see a couple bickering. The girl has gorgeous curly hair that covers her face and long tan legs. She looks as if she's been crying, her mascara's been smudged, her big, chocolate brown eyes are red and puffy, and her voice keeps shaking whenever she talks. The boy rolls his eyes every single time she speaks. He's tall and muscular.
All of a sudden, I hear her scream, "WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME? WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU NOT BELIEVE ME?"
"IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE A WHORE THAT'S WHY THE BABY ISN'T MINE! YOU'VE BEEN SCREWING AROUND WITH OTHER GUYS!"
"NO I HAVEN'T! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE THAT I'VE EVER BEEN WITH!"
In that moment, it dawned on me that I had been in this exact same position before. I had realized that Manny was not good for me.
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