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All women are liars.

Well, maybe not all women. Over the years, I’ve only met a few who cared about anyone other than themselves.

Seven years had passed since the last time I saw her. The one who lied to me.

I might pretend it doesn’t bother me now, but the scars are as fresh as the day she disappeared. Hopefully, someday I can forget the pain she caused.

Or, until I literally run into her--if only that were the last time. It seems destiny wants to torture me.

How am I supposed to move on when I can’t escape her?

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