Today is Day One without Kara. The pangs of the reality haven't set in yet. I'm not sure if they ever will. It still feels like I'm going go home and everything will be back to normal. A welt of gloom, left by the vacuum of Kara, looms in my subconscious.
I remember when Big Game James and I were trying to get Kara to admit she hated us. We presented voluminous evidence of her abusive attitude toward us. It went on for at least an hour. She said she didn't hate us. She was just leading us on. Kara, that angel with a biting cold shoulder, toyed with our hearts.
She's the girl everyone wants to know. She seems so mysterious, so elusive, kind, trustworthy, benevolent. And just when you've taken the bait, you feel like a fish that been yanked out of the water, only to be thrown back because you're too small. Kera's not a mean girl. It's just that she's so desirable, you feel crushed when you realize you're just one fish in Kara's ocean of friends.
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