Anna took a big sigh, and a gulp. This was it. "My name is Anna. And...my boyfriend," she said, "He did this to me."
"Dear, your boyfriend ain't here," Mrs. Pally said. "What are you trying to tell me, puddin'?"
So, Anna told Mrs. Pally the whole story, and Mrs. Pally could understand because something simular happened to her in highschool, but not nearly as bad as Anna's.
"So what should I do?" Anna asked, looking at Mrs. Pally's bright blue eyes.
"Face facts," Mrs. Pally replied, "If he wants to dump ya, he does. He don't wanna, he doesn't. That's life. Ya gotta live wit it."
Anna looked at Mrs. Pally. She was absoultely right.
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