It Has To Be A Joke
Anthony was mortified, in his tracks, frozen. That was a joke of some kind, right? He couldn’t believe that she had done something like this to him, and even in front of everybody. In humiliation, Antony stood, and his head started to spin. Like an over-ripe tomato, he could feel his cheeks flush, and he ran far away, as quickly as he could. He figured it couldn’t make things any worse, but he was so wrong.