box of my ex’s shit in my hallways closet. I was on my laptop drowning myself in tears to Trey Songz break up songs, when my Facebook messages icon poped up red. I wasn’t talking to any guy so noticing that some stranger named Cole Strother from Hilliard, Ohio messages me out of nowhere kind of flattered me and bothered me. “Hi,” I responded back. What a lame thing to say back to this really cute stranger. “What’s up? What are you doing?” “Nothing much, listening to music.” That made me feel dumber…
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