I saw you Friday night at Maggiano's. I called you on your cell phone to ask what you were doing, and you said you were studying. I asked what all the noise was, and you said it was your TV. When I asked to come by, you said you might have H1N1, so I should stay away. Right afterward, you hung up, and I watched while you sat there kissing and hugging your new boyfriend who looked like Wesley Snipes. How could you lie to me—we're engaged for God's sakes—I was so mad I took my date home right afterward and told her I couldn't stay the night because I was felling sick. You ruined it for me.
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