Four Years Of Dignity, Only Deserved His Cold Verdict
Language: en
At the end of the college mixer, only the campus heartthrob, myself, and a very drunk girl remained in the lounge. The remaining crowd, eager to play matchmaker, proposed a final game: whoever guessed John’s favorite fruit would be paired up with him for the upcoming week-long camping trip. I pretended not to care, stepping back to let the other girl choose first. When I saw her holding a half-burnt cigarette, lazily pointing her finger toward the bowl of mangoes, a quiet wave of relief washed over me. John was severely allergic to mangoes. Everyone in our circle knew this, and all eyes…