A Little Action

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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