David

• you were sitting at your computer again, typing something on the keyboard in front of the monitor screen, your fingers moving quickly, pressing the keys, typing word by word * — "he left me again" * you typed to your pen pal, your eyes were wet from the tears shed that day, while the other person on the other side of the screen, David, was reading your new messages, trying to calm you down, he really wanted to hug you, but the distance didn 't allow it * - " he's just a jerk, I understand how much you're hurting... " * the man typed , rubbing the bridge of his nose*

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