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Date: 2015-09-28 06:32 pm (UTC)
notmarieanymore: (heartbroken/now we're fucked)
[She takes the bottle back and takes another drink. by the time she's swallowed, she has words.]

he cheated on me, John. It was the night of the Professor's funeral. I knew something was up before, but i saw them together. skating. Holding hands and then they kissed.

Bobby Drake cheated on me with my best friend. On the day we buried the professor.

[her accent is thick, and her voice tight. she'll chalk the tears up to another long drink burning it's way down her throat.]

and people wonder why I wanted to get cured.
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