I was on my break, smoking a cigarette in the parking lot. I didn't even hear Ty walk up.
"Hey, why do you look so glum?"
Me: "What? Oh. No, I'm not sad, I was just deep in thought."
Ty: "About what?"
Me: "Just stuff."
Ty: "Oh come on. Talk to me, girly."
Honestly, I didn't want to tell him about how I feel like a bad person and even worse, a bad Christian.
So I said, "Oh, I just hate my job, that's all."
Ty: "That's not all of it, is it?
Me: "No. It's the tip of the iceberg. The very tip."
Ty: "Well, you can always talk to me about anything. I'll lisetn."
Me: "Okay. I'll keep it in mind."
And I watched him walk away to get back to work.
Good Lord.
I can't get a crush on every guy I meet. That's ridiculous.
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