"He wasn't that attractive." She kept repeating the word 'ew'.
I never got a look at the guy, I didn't care about him. In all honesty I hated him. I hated how she kept talking about him. I wouldn't keep with them because I hated him, and her.
"He's 22. And her mother supports it and everything."
She kept looking at me to see if I was sad. I stared off into the distance. She asked if it was the same guy they gave food to. I said, "My sausage and biscuit." She said yeah, he ate it, too. And then she kept talking about food at the con. She changed the subject to food. I was grateful.
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