avagrantinparadise:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

anewsubstory:

bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls:

Short Stories

“When did your ankles get thick?” he asked.

She frowned.

“I— all I said was ‘good morning’…”

He placed his coffee cup on the counter.

“Really? I wasn’t listening.”

This makes me so sad EVERY time I see it, without fail.

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