Meeting the Moron

Your stomach sinks. There he is. Mr. Ex. You were hoping to avoid seeing him again. As he walks your way you sort through all the things you could say to him.  Sometimes actions speak louder than words. Smooth this cherry chapstick over your lips, smack ’em together and head out the door. ‘Nuff said.


(Blue Q)

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