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- Author: Katie Paulson
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My eyes narrowed, and I wielded my weapon with the grace that came from years of practice. How could these fools continue to make the same mistake, day after day, week after week, year after year? It would be their downfall – if not today, it would surely hinder them later in life.
The point quivered over my prey, though I hesitated. Did they deserve this? Yes
, came the resounding answer in my head.
I shook my head and sighed, deliberately inking a large check mark in red next to the offending word. “Their” was possessive; when would these kids understand?
There are those few moments in life you want a rewind. The moment the cashier tells you to enjoy your meal, and you reflexively say “you too”. The moment you think of an amazing comeback for that insult he said to you yesterday. The moment you run into someone and you both dodge the same way – again and again and again, a never-ending loop of awkward laughs and apologies.
But it’s never wanted more than when a friend says “hey, can I borrow your computer for a bit?” and you say yes before you realized you haven’t cleared the history.
It was perfect: a dim moonlit night, a light breeze lifting her skirt ever-so-slightly, and an ocean view. She leaned into his touch, and his arm wrapped around her shoulder. This is what love was supposed
to feel like. She finally had her fairytale romance – her storybook moment.
She turned in his embrace, loosing his hold. She looked up, her eyes shining with emotion. He smiled, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and hugged her again.
“I love you.”
She sighed happily. “I love you more.”
“Actually, that’s probably true. I think we need to talk.”
“I … wait, what?”
Publication Date: 09-08-2010
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