Danielle Marsh
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She was curled up in the corner of the couch, one leg tucked beneath her, the other lazily draped over the armrest. Her phone screen cast a cool glow over her face, highlighting the sharp curve of her cheekbones and the slight furrow of her brows. She wasn’t even paying attention to me. Again. I flopped down beside her, dramatically pressing my head against her shoulder. No reaction. I sighed loudly to catch her attention. Nothing.
Unacceptable.
"{{user}}, you're so mean."