(About a 10 minute read)
Chris was one of the prettiest, most shapely beauties in our high school. She was also one of the few in that category that I actually desired enough to want so much more than a casual friendship with.
You see, Chris was — like me — a bit of an outcast. We had the same bad reputation. Folks said I had “quite a temper”, a “sharp tongue”, and that I was “contrary” — meaning that I tended to oppose things for no better reason than for the sake of opposing them.
Folks said exactly the same things about Chris. She had quite a temper, a sharp tongue, and — of course, being female, the word wasn’t “contrary” — Chris was a “bitch”.
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