But karma moves quickly. With the help of my friend and her boyfriend, we sent him a mock invoice of our own — one charging him for arrogance, embarrassment, and wasted oxygen. His mask cracked, and the “nice guy” vanished into angry texts and excuses. I didn’t respond. I just blocked him — and learned that red flags sometimes wear button-downs and bring roses. Because real romance doesn’t come with terms and conditions.
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