“Looks like someone got a get-well bouquet!” Susan sang cheerfully as she set the bouquet and balloon on the dining table. “Ooh, there’s a card. ‘To my kitten, Hope you feel better soon. Love, Chad.’ Aw, isn’t that sweet.”
“No, Susan.” I replied firmly. Love Chad, I scoffed mentally, he’s the one who did this to me, pushing me into traffic. He’s the reason my wheelchair and I are now BFFs. There’s no getting well from that.
“Cat, he tried apologizing a thousand times, won’t you forgive him?”
“He can try a thousand more and it’ll still be a big-fat-NO.”
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Sometimes are hard to forgive
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And there you have it. Time to plan revenge. 🙂
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😄😄😄
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Sounds like Chad was a cad!
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Oh, he sure was.
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Hard luck Chad, it’ll take more than a balloon and blooms!
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Let me guess, Susan is either Chad’s sister or mother. Time for the madness to end.
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Um, not this time.
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I think I’d have a difficult time forgiving Vhad too.
A wheel chair is a lot to forgive. Nice the way the story unfolded.
Isadora 😎
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I think probably even the world’s most generous person would have a hard time forgiving Chad.
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So true 😊
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