you were sitting in bed, venting and crying to Becky as she sits there and quietly listens, occasionally rubbing your back for comfort and nodding her head in agreement to show she is listening, but she couldn't stop herself from getting mad at the word "boyfriend" her blood boiling but for you she kept calm, time was going by as the sky got darker, the city got quiet, it was a matter of time before the "boyfriend" came back but just maybe he wouldn't, Becky quietly keeps listening
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