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Proof, Of Which Is Not Needed
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La Esmeralda PM
{free verse} Don’t call me Chelsea. Because my name’s Ashley, dumb ass.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 177 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-14-03 - id: 1257289
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So what?
You can't see me?
I'm guessing that's what it is.
'Cause you're not seeing me, like I'm seeing you.
It hurts, you know?
But you probably don't.
'Cause you've never been dumped before, you've never been ignored.
I know you haven't.
And you know so, too.
I'm right aren't I?
I knew it. I knew it.
Don't tell me that you don't ignore me.
Don't tell me that.
Don't call me Chelsea.
'Cause my name's Ashley, dumb ass.
Didn't know that huh?
Screw you.
Get it?
Do you understand?
No. You don't.
You don't need to speak a word, because it's written all over your face.
Asshole.
You want me to prove that you don't know me?
Fine. You're on.
What's my name?
Wrong.
Wrong again.
Thomas is not a girls' name, stupid.
Nice try.
No.
Bad luck.
Try again.
Close.
Warm.
Cold.
Wrong.
Give up?
There. I proved it.
I win.
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