I Was a Victim of Netflix and Chill

Casual sex and the walk of shame.

Litsha Leeper
Nov 3 · 9 min read

At this point I wouldn’t know his voice if I heard it; we text each other more than we spoke. We didn’t text often, but it was the only communication we engaged in. My emoji’s cried electronic tears for me as I made light humor out of my frustration. I sat stiff faced, staring at the phone screen, wondering what other reaction I should exaggerate…

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Litsha Leeper

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Lets discuss the politics of romance.

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