Dull Arrow (50-Word Short story)

In college I slept with the drug dealer. It wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Months into the affair, she told me she loved me. I ignored it. Cupid’s arrow was too dull for my armour. I ran from her arms, but continued to buy drugs. Certainly a love-hate affair.

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