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Laura Breeden
Memphis, Tennessee USA
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REPORTS:
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Ryan: Hello?
Me: Ryan?
Ryan: Yeah...
Me: Go fuck yourself, Ryan.
Ryan: What? Who is this? Laura?
Me: That'd be me.
Ryan: What the hell is going on?
Me: You should know the answer to that.
Ryan: Look, Laura...
Me: Ryan, I'm not going to listen to any of your half-assed excuses.
Ryan: I-
Me: Shut up. I don't want to hear it.
Ryan: Wait-
Me: I swear, Ryan, if you don't shut up I'm going to go into Blockbuster the next time you're working and say all of this in front of everyone. You don't want that, do you?
Ryan: No, but-
Me: Ok. Good. So yes. I'm clingy and annoying. I know that. But you royally screwed me over. You played with my emotions, led me on, then slept with me. A couple weeks later, after only contacting me or responding to me sporadically, you decide to believe someone else over me, someone who is completely incapable of being objective when it comes to anything involving me. And then to top it off, you lie through your teeth about it to a friend of mine. That was actually pretty funny. Do you deny any of this?
Ryan: Laura-
Me: I'll take that as a no. So I just called you to let you know that you really did hurt me, and you lost all respect I ever had for you. You put up the front of being this sweet guy, but underneath, you're just an asshole who can't distinguish slanderous lies from the truth. Again, I say to you- go fuck yourself. Goodbye.
Ryan: I-
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