She found herself having fun from a very young age. Some called her a slut, her mother called her a whore, she thought of herself as promiscous. She went from bed to bed to bed to bed. She didnt care. "It was her body" she would say. But then she met that one guy. You know, that guy, the one that understands you from the nook to the cranny, the one that makes you want to be anything you think you can be. In her eyes, she wanted to be everything he wanted her to be. But there was a problem. His eyes werent solely for her. There was always her. And her. And her. AND her.
He couldnt trust her. She couldnt trust him. What kind of relationship would it be when it was just them? Piece of cake piece of pie? No. It couldve been her best. She couldve been his. But the timing was off, their heads in the wrong places and all she wants to do now... is have fun.
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