“Well, thanks. See ya. Good luck to you too.” Lisette’s head was starting to pound. Maybe she should have let go of his arm and fallen down those stairs, put herself out of her misery.
This whole day, Jerkface’s dumping, the stock speech from Mom, the near-death experience at the hands of the foreign nerd, had the same sad theme: wastin’ away in Total-Loserville, searching for her lost shaker of woe.
Aunt Corky took Lisette’s arm so they could keep walking toward the car. “You get that all the time, I take it?”
“What?”
“Men just asking you to dinner. That’s twice today.”
“I guess.” It was cold comfort in present circumstances. The only man she wanted to go to dinner with was Justin. The Jerkface.
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Here’s the link to purchase Immersed for Kindle, if you want to read more about Lisette’s mishaps.
http://www.amazon.com/Immersed-Ripple-Effect-Romance-Novella-ebook/dp/B00IIW6NV2/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1403327303&sr=8-1&keywords=immersed
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