A girl I liked, or thought I liked treated me very badly. She did unspeakable, horrible things to me, even in public in front of other people. She knocked me down on the ground and was about to deliver the killing blow when a gorgeous, beautiful girl appeared and vowed to protect me.
With one punch in the face she put the girl flying back into a wall, making a big, mean girl shaped hole in it. My rescuer picked me up and kissed me, embracing me like a precious and desirable thing of hers.
The crowd continued to stare. There was a beautiful girl kissing me lovingly and there was a mean girl picking up bits and pieces of her face that my rescuer had knocked out. She was furious and screamed when she didn't get her way. The crowd stared at her in disgust and it made her pain even more raw. The mean girl couldn't bear what was happening to her and just ran away.
My beautiful rescuer told me I was safe now and she was going to take care of me and love me for the rest of my life. She would help me with my trauma and my pain and my need for love and strength.
We sometimes came across the mean girl again, whose life went downhill after that event. She got fat and ugly. When my beautiful rescuer girlfriend saw her she would punch even harder, knocking bits of her face off that she had tried to fix. The mean girl was eventually disfigured for the rest of her miserable life and my girlfriend and I would go on to live happily.
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