--"Second Chance" by Shinedown
We're still standing the kitchen, and I've noticed that most of the time, I have my arms crossed like I'm trying to hide myself.
"When I do something wrong, you need to tell me," he says to me.
I figured I was great about this. On my phone, I show him a series of TXT-messages that I sent him which added fuel to the fire. He responds, "I never saw those." I tell him how important it was for him to attend the literary journal reading of the community college, that some of my friends were there, and members of faculty, and of course, my parents.
A little while later, he tells me, "I'm sorry," looking forlorned.
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