I Lost My Best Friend Because I Am a Terrible Liar and Scared of Life

If only I could live in a romance novel

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“And then he pulled me into the bathroom and kissed me everywhere,” I lied, straight through my teeth.

Jazz urged me to keep talking, so I did. I told her in every little detail what hadn’t happened. I mentioned my heaving bosoms and how I felt his hard…