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Rumor


She, he and I arm over shoulder having a great time walking down the hall. We would do that every single day until one venomous person decided to ruin it all. She stood in the corner waiting, watching, wondering inventing a lie that would destroy all. One day he spoke to me the next, not a word she got what she wanted she set fire to it all. Because she, he and I no longer walk the halls.
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