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Jealousy.
#WritcoStoryPrompt121
As I walk through the hallways, passing by everyone, I glance at them. Oh, how I wish I had their life. It's perfect, how could it not be? Others hang on to their every word, following them around like lost puppies. They always have a smile from a sweet joke, or blush from a flirty comment. They're pretty, short yet somehow flows hair that rests so perfectly atop their head....
As I walk through the hallways, passing by everyone, I glance at them. Oh, how I wish I had their life. It's perfect, how could it not be? Others hang on to their every word, following them around like lost puppies. They always have a smile from a sweet joke, or blush from a flirty comment. They're pretty, short yet somehow flows hair that rests so perfectly atop their head....
