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Minthe.
Her name is a weighted feeling in my chest.
I’ve been jealous before.
Not like this.
There is venom behind it.
I wonder how long they’ve known each other. How did they meet?
Do they go on dates?
Does she own a hair comb identical to the one he gave me?
I want to know, even though each answer would come with a sting.
I could tell him the truth.
Get her trouble.
Maybe she would even get fired.
…Would they break up?
I don’t like feeling this way.
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