The other day, going out to smoke (because you can't smoke on discotheques here), and I met Hiara on the walkway. Hiara was a friend of mine on high school, six or seven years passed by without knowing anything of her (for the exception that she was growing big).
The only thing that teared us apart was the fact that she talked horrendous things about me on my back. And she didn't changed at all, because when we stopped talking, she whispered something on her friend's ear.
I'm sure it was about me.
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