Ah leche. Eternal sunshine pala ha.
God knows what was going on in his head when he sent those forwarded heartbreak-related text messages some two or three days ago, but right now it doesn't really matter. I've had my moment in the sun. That should be enough.
Whatever it was, dearie, I know it couldn't be close to my ideal. But you can't make me cry. Not you, not this time no. And even if that (positively weird!) incident would never happen again (which, my mind tells me, is a big possibility right now), I think I would survive it. It wouldn't surprise me much, anyway. The reason seems apparent to me now. In this case, the queen bee was simply playing with a crone.
Queen bee. Haha!
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