Yesterday, I don't know how it happened, but I stepped right on top of a giant rock and fell to the ground in the middle of the street. I scraped my knee and my hand. Gllen was right there next to me and didn't even lift a hand when he saw me tumbling over.
In fact, he stood there laughing at me as I picked myself off the ground and checked my damaged knee. I shot him an evil look, and he laughed harder. I whimpered and frowned. Gllen chuckled more and said, "What is wrong witih you? You fall all the time!" and then burst into a new round of laughter.
"You know," I admonished, "a good boyfriend would at least help his girlfriend up or ACT concerned. You're such a jerk."
Still sputtering with laughter, he looked me in the eye and replied, "Girlfriend... What don't you understand about comedy?"
I spent the rest of the day trying to trip him.
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