The first thing I did when I got in the computer was check my inbox. I gasped when I saw something from Cartman and looked around to make sure no one heard. Dammit, I wish I had my own computer or a phone. A phone would be really nice... I looked down at the message:
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I'm coming by later to get the rest of my shit at 10.
-C _

Figures. What did I expect? A heart filled letter about how he wasn't just using me and he was actually gay and that he put himself in rehab and anger management and now wanted me back?
Yeah, I should really be smarter then that by now. I looked back down at the message 10. So, I had 15 minutes to get home... a library attendant came by and asked if every thing was okay. I flashed her a smile and said yes and that I'd be done with the computer in 5 minutes. She smiled back and carried on. I responded to the e-mail with a simple "okay" and went on to check my other messages. I had one form my mom which made me nervous.
Every time she e-mailed me I thought she found out I was gay, and where I was living, and where I was working. But of course the message only said:
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Hi Pumpkin,
Christmas is coming up in about a month. Are you going to spend it with Christa's family again?
If your not maybe we could come up and see you. We really miss you.
-Kisses Mommy.
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I let out a sigh of relief. (Christa was my fake girlfriend.) Every year my parent's insist on trying to spend Christmas with me. It Would be nice to see my little sister Karen and my parent...But I couldn't let them see me the way I was now. In fact, one year they told me they where coming one way or another and I had to hire a girl and rent her and her boyfriends house for a day and set up a big fake Christmas party. To say the least, I didn't get to eat for a while after that. My parents seemed pleased though an haven't insisted on coming since. I replied to the e-mail with:

"Hi Mama.
Sorry, we're spending it with her parents again. I really love this girl and want to get closer to her family before "popping the question" Maybe next year?
-Love ya Kenny.
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I sighed again. I hated lying to them like this. But I had to. There was no way I could let them in just yet. Maybe when I get to rehab. Maybe when I'm not gay. But that's a crack pipe dream. I logged off and grabbed my shit. Now I get to deal with Cartman.