by N.L. Allen
© 2013 N.L. Allen
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When Roxy said she was dumping me, I just laughed. It was my twenty-first birthday, we were surrounded by family and friends, and I'd had a bunch of drinks; seriously, if you'd have approached me with a match I might have gone up in flames. She had to be joking. Either that or she had no sense of comedic timing.