Would you believe me if I told you I wrote this in a week? No? Good, cause that’s false. It happened in a weekend.

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At 15-years old, I was yet to experience any kind of romantic love, or heartache attributed to a partner seeing another behind my back. Yet to experience the right person at the wrong time, but also the right person at the right time. But for some goddamned reason, I wrote two stories about a partner cheating. Young Sienna. So innocent. So stupid.

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Sometimes I feel like both these stories predicted my love life.

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But, you’re only getting one.