

Secret Lovers"Please tell me you guys are going to the dance on Saturday right?" Lyle looked over at her two friends quickly before returning her gaze to last night's math homework, which sat in front of her on the round library table-the same one she'd been sitting at for the past six weeks. She finished one of the few remaining problems that were due next hour in silence, not getting an answer from either of her companions. "Well?" She glanced between the two, who sat there without really giving much thought to anything she said. With a sigh, she closed her math book determining that the last two problems were odds and that the answers wereSecret Lovers


maybe...maybe i'll come visit but probably not. I'm too afraid of the truth that you might give me or the hurt. maybe i'll just try again but it won't work out if you ignore my attempt. maybe you'll come to me but i doubt it and eventually it won't matter you'll be gone next year and we'll only see each other a bit if fate wants it to happen maybe i'll come to you but i doubt it. I wouldn't do that. It's just not me. I'm too afraid. maybe you'll sitmaybe...
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Enjoy The GameKasey Gray sat still and solo in her ice level seats, the same seats she'd held for the past three or four seasons. To her right there was an elder man with a beer belly and practically no hair left. He'd been there as long as she could remember. To her left there was no one. No one had ever been there, and most likely no one would be. Kasey owned that seat, and had ever since she'd been sitting there. Every home game the second seat's ticket sat pressed against her thigh, folded over in the jeans she had on in order to make it fit. That was just how it happened. "Kasey, how are you?" The beer-bellied man raised his plastic cup, eEnjoy The Game