When the doorring bells…

…and it’s your (ex?) BFF with whom you haven’t spoken in months stands outside. *gulp*

We chatted politely for about 5 minutes, and she left. She was here because she brought me a dress she borrowed and some books. It was polite and normal.

My heart wouldn’t stop thumping out of fear of confrontation.

 My legs shook for an hour after she left. 

That is what happens after 21 years.

p.s. I love how I mixed up the title, it started as a simple language mixup, but I like it so much that I left it 🙂

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