I lied.
We finally did talk, years later, after we graduated from college. In fact, Marcie asked me to be in her wedding, and I stupidly agreed. She sent me a package containing a Vogue pattern and yards of baby pink cotton damask. The dress was a horror of puffs and bows. She had her revenge.
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OK. I ell oh ell’d.
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Hee hee. I feel a counter-revenge is in order. I’m drawing a blank at the moment, but maybe one month we can write on the topic of revenge and that may give you some ideas.
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Seems to me, she did you wrong twice. Damn that Marcie.
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Wait – not only did you have to wear it, you had to make it, too? Isn’t that akin to being sent outside to cut your own switch?
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Exactly right!
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Oh, I hope this isn’t true, but I suspect it might be. Weren’t you the one who deserved revenge?
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