I should have made her tell me. I should have told her to come clean. I worried about it all night. What could have possibly been so bad that she had to hide it from me? What was she trying to get away with?
But I also wished she hadn't told me she was keeping secrets at all. Because now it was all I could think about. And thinking about it was driving me crazy. I was tired of crazy. I'd had enough of it in the past three months.
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قصص المراهقينin which a boy loses someone close to him in death, and in the midst of his mourning period he meets a girl
