"Oh." I said. Now my tears were falling like rain drops. My tim, trái tim broke in half, then again in quarters, then again into eighths. Who was she? When did they meet? How did they meet? My head was swarming with các câu hỏi that I couldn't answer.
"I'm sorry."
"I, I, I have to go." I đã đưa ý kiến trying to mask my tears. I failed miserably.
"Elle-" Prince đã đưa ý kiến detecting my crying. I hung up. He called back, I didn't answer. He left a message. I couldn't bare to listen to it.
By this time I was practically sobbing, laying on my giường and eating ice cream. Paris came and tried to console me. Eventually I just...
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