i go to the lake and skip stones.
when i can get no more than seven skips across, i give up.
my mind wanders to him when i think about the last time he called me while i was here. he said he loved me.
maybe he was right before though when we fought.
i was clingy, desperate, a slut, controlling, unwanted.
was i?
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