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HUMOROUS DATING
His Behavior in Bed Ended Their Romance
She was livid
“Claire!”
“Claire! Come here!”
“Sssshhhhh,” I shouted.
I groaned and pulled the comforter over my head.
“Dude!” Sasha said as she barged into my bedroom. “I need you!”
“Are you dead?” I asked.
“No,” she replied.
“Then shut the fuck up and let me sleep,” I whined.
Sasha was my best friend. I was staying in her spare room after moving out of my ex-boyfriend’s place when our relationship ended.
I was heartbroken about forgetting my curling iron.
Sasha’s footsteps approached my bed and then a whoosh of cold air greeted my face and shoulders and she ripped the comforter off me.
“My bed is soaked,” she announced.
Sounds like something I don’t care about.
I peeled my eyes open.
“What?” I asked.
“And Scott is gone,” she added.
“Who the fuck is Scott?”
“The guy I met in the club last night.”
