I waited for my bestie
at our favorite shop.
She often got there
long before me. But
not now, I couldn’t
find her. I looked
inside the dressing
rooms, she wasn’t
in them, what a puzzle.
I looked out the window,
saw her with my
boyfriend, hand
in hand, the mystery
solved.
He never should
have given me
that pocket
pistol.
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