Note Fifty-Six
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
Hey, you're friends with Robb, right?
Sent: 9/18 4:50 p.m.
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
Yeah, we play b-ball tgthr
Sent: 9/18 4:50 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
Um, if I tell you something, will you keep it a secret unless I tell you to tell someone?
Sent: 9/18 4:51 p.m.
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
That's confusing af, but sure.
Sent: 9/18 4:51 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
Well, uh I think Robb cheated on Jacklyn.
Sent: 9/18 4:52 p.m.
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
I think I should tell Jacklyn. Don't u?
Sent: 9/18 4:53 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
But you said you wouldn't!
Sent: 9/18 4:54 p.m.
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
Robb is my bro, but I don't respect ppl who cheat. Jacklyn deserves 2 know.
Sent: 9/18 4:55 p.m.
From: Cora Roberts To: Sam Whitten
SAM.
Sent: 9/18 4:56 p.m.
From: Sam Whitten To: Cora Roberts
Fine. I won't. But only if you go out to dinner w/ me 2morrow.
Sent: 9/18 4:56 p.m.
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The Bathroom Stall
Short StoryA short story of an abandoned bathroom stall door giving desperate, heartbroken girls relationship advice, hot guys incorrectly trying to woo hearts, a stupid dare in action, and irrationality ruling the minds of every character.
