Monthly Dear Period Story
That first day of freshman year of high school when B. C. (yes an upper classman) asked me to lunch, you just had to appear to wreck my confidence. You chose to appear as he and I were talking inside of his car. Thank lord for black seats. Needless to say, he never asked me out again...
Fuck you Period!
Dear A. M.,
Confidence wrecker? Oh come now, that seems harsh. Besides, I knew that B. C. wasn't into you.
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