Letters From Memphis, Week 18 - February
Gray, I’m sorry. Okay? I’m so, so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I knew that telling you about Matt would hurt you, and I wanted to spare you from that. And I never should have used that stupid f*****g word, “list.” There was only one other guy that whole time we were talking, some friend of Tally’s brother who I had been with before, and the only reason it happened was because I had just found out about those stupid rumors about me being a slut, and for some reason I thought going off and being a slut would fix that, which, in hindsight, makes absolutely no sense at all. Okay, there was also that poi-spinning douche bag, but I did tell you about him, and anyway, I never slept with him. Those random guys you mentioned—the coffee guy and the bartender and the bouncer—those are g
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