We were snowed in at her parent’s house and I’d spent the last three and a half hours digging her and her family out. Exhausted, I sagged to the floor of her room and asked if she had any Chapstick. “I offered you some yesterday and you didn’t take it.” “I didn’t need it yesterday.” “Well, than that’s too bad, isn’t it?”
I silently stood up and left the room.

—David

Aftermath: First night I was stuck there was great; second night, she was downright mean. Still not sure if I’m COMPLETELY done with her, but damn, I’m close. I didn’t wait for her to finish a semester abroad so she could come back and talk to me like I’m ten years old.

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