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Gert had made a hundred flashcards and he still hadn't shown yet. She didn't know why she was still waiting.
(he stood me up).
Maybe she stayed because she had faith. Maybe she stayed out of some kind of twisted curiosity. Maybe she stayed to punish herself.
(the boy i like doesn't like me back, and here's the proof).
The small, nasty voice inside her, the one that sowed doubt and disdain whenever she felt vulnerable, had begun to make an appearance.
(why would he like me. i'm pathetic. i can't even gather the courage to send him a text).