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Girls Fall like Dominoes.
The ball was surprisingly fun. To see everyone all dolled up and looking like they actually owned a million dollars was priceless. But she was on my mind, though I tried not to think of her she was there, in my subconscious. She wasn’t the only one though, other girls I’m fond of were in my mind as well. How could I mentally phantom who I really want? Throughout the WHOLE night I mentally debated with myself, arguing with my alter-ego.
Never have I fought a battle like that before, espesh on the night where I was suppose to have the time of life? I’m falling for all of them, and I don’t know how to get back up.
