He's not really mine, and I have no right to be hurt,
but I am and I have an overwhelming urge to send
her a really nasty message.
It writes itself in my head over and over again...
"Dear Lauren,
You are very young and pretty and slim.
And I'm sure your fingers are also very young and pretty and slim.
But I swear to you now that if you lay one on my gremlin again I will break it in two places.
You take care now."
I wont of course.
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