She punched the keys of her laptop.
Ugh. The lies people tell.
Huh. She stopped herself.
A first line? Pervy pear-eater might just like it.
I liked my life. she continued. I just didn’t know it was all a lie.
No. Delete that. I just didn’t know it was all bullshit
He wanted pears? Angst? Details? She’d give it to him.
She looked out her window. It was an unseasonably warm day at the end of the semester. A couple of douchy guys from her dorm were throwing a frisbee, shirtless.
From Frat boy to Sales-bro she thought. That made her miss her dad. And that pissed her off. Christmas was going to be weird again.