The make-believe last-straw.

She says, “I’ll wait for the boy who pursues me; the boy that will make an ordinary moment seem extraordinary; the boy who will bring out the best in me and make me want to be a better person. I’m going wait for the boy who is going to be my best friend and he’ll drop everything to be with me at anytime of the day, no matter what.”

“Yea?” I say.

“Yea,” she says. “I’ll wait for the boy who is going to make me smile; a boy who’s going to want to show me off to the world even if I’m in my sweats and have no makeup on.”

“Yea?” I say.

“Yea,” she says. “Most of all I’m going to wait for the boy who will put me at the center of his universe."

“No wonder you don’t like me,” I say.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I say, realizing that life really doesn’t matter when you’re unattractive.

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