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10: Bruised Invitation

Samantha Lee

Sleep denied me as I kept on tossing, I turned, I punched my pillow into a shape that vaguely resembled his stupid, handsome face. The digital clock on my nightstand bled red numbers into the darkness.

1:17 AM.

2:43 AM.

3:58 AM.

I couldn't help the thoughts that swirled in my head. Was he with a girl? Was he out street racing his ridiculously expensive car? Possible. Was he in some kind of trouble? This was the thought that kept snagging in my mind.

The most infuriating ...

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