As Charlotte turned the corner, her mind returned, noticing something different about the street she grew up in. The normal cars that lined the small street were there, the same elderly man sitting on the stairs leading up to his house, and the young girl who always walked her Labrador at 11.30 sharp every day.

Something wasn’t right though, Charlotte often liked to trust her instincts, but could not discern what was causing her uneasiness. She noted the memory, and continued, her mind now on alert as she absorbed her surroundings further.

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“You’re a huge faggot and shouldn’t bother talking to girls…”

So I’m  hanging out with a close friend, which happens to be this asshole’s sister, he decides to say that to me as soon as he sees me sitting with her talking about random shit.

(This guy is about 5’4’ stocky as hell because he’s trying to compensate for his incredibly small stature and lack of friends).

It was at this point in time where she decides to walk out of the room trying to contain her laughter, to which he looked bewildered.

With all my willpower I refrained myself from telling him that I used to sleep with her all last year, that he hasn’t been anywhere near a girl and that on one occasion I had a threesome with his sister, her flat mate (which is coincidentally the girl he is most closest to).

So instead of telling him, I burst into laughter and joined his sister in laughing at the irony.