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Carmen
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It was six in the morning and I left the house to go for a jog. I try to do this at least two times a week, since I spend half my life watching Netlfix and eating, so I need to be slightly active.
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I jogged through the path I usually went on. It's just a path along a park and a river. As I was walking, I saw someone from the distance. It looked like a guy, crying. I thought that, maybe, just maybe he was having a hard time, and he needed someone to talk to.
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I slowly went over to him tapping his shoulder.
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"Hi! I just wanted to know if you're okay, because, well, being outside at six in the morning looking miserable is doesn't seem so good."
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He looked at me and he looked very familiar. Blonde hair, tattoos...?
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I got nothing.
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He continued to look at me. "I fuck up everything." He whispered.
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"I know you just met me, but I'm a good listener. Do you want to tell me, maybe? I can help you."
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He let out a long breathe before he began. "I've been trying to get ahold of my ex-girlfriend. I was a monster. After I found out she got pregnant because of me, I blamed it on her, broke things, smashed stuff, and left her. And now, I regret it all. I feel like complete shit, like I'm useless. My mother always taught me to never hurt a girl, but I did."
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I nodded slowly as I was talking everything in. "So, she's not answering your texts at all?"
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"She's answering, and sometimes, she acts like she doesn't even know who I am. She asked for nudes, she tells me she loves me and misses me. Then, when I went to her house, her parents threatened to put me in jail."
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This all sounds familiar.
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Oh shit.
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He's been texting me. I asked for his nudes. I said I missed him. To defend my side, I did not actually know what was happening. I didn't want to tell him just yet.
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"Okay, I see. I'm Carmen Christian. What's your name?" I asked holding out my hand to shake it.
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I knew his name, and almost everything about him, when he knew absolutely nothing about me. He shook my hand, "My name is Justin, Justin Bieber."
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I did feel bad, very, actually. He thinks it's his ex-girlfriend. We talked for two hours, till I realized I had to get going home.
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"Thank you Carmen, so much. Same time tomorrow, please?"
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"Of course. Bye, Justin." I said smiling, walking away.
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When I got home, I got another text. It was from Justin.
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8:47 AM: I was thinking about you this morning. Your smile, your laugh, your body; everything about you
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I replied it, still faking I was his ex-girlfriend.
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8:56 AM: I couldn't stop thinking about you.