Reunion Weekend Was a Lie I Told Twice
Told my husband girls trip. Told my friends marriage retreat. Only the hotel knew both names.
Class of 2010. Bad bangs in photos. Good chemistry in person.
He wasn't the one who got away—he was the one we were too young to keep.
Weekend wasn't innocent. Neither were we.
Reunion lies are practiced. I'm fluent now.
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