Harley sat in her room with a bowl of popcorn as she watched a film absent mindedly. Her little hedgehog - Stormaggedon - pranced around her bed, often cuddling with the stuffed armadillo Harley had gotten it when it was just a baby. Three months. She had pined for Diego for three months. He had seriously screwed with her head. In the past three months, they saw each other weekly, and she had really fallen for him. But, he was a player, and he played Harley good. Heartbroken and depressed, Harley barely ventured out anymore except to go to classes. Next week was Thanksgiving. She was going home to see the family. She could already hear them criticizing her for still being single. She sighed with sadness as her door opened up. Her little Dachshund - Weiner - ran into the room, his stumpy little tail wagging furiously. He looked up at Harley with a confused look and began to whine as he attempted to climb the bed. Harley picked him up and placed him on the bed. Stormaggedon squeaked with disapproval and hid under a pillow while Weiner cuddled with Harley; for once, being calm instead of hyper. She began to cry.
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