The Tables have Turned
Prologue
I saw Samantha on Monday.
She left that same evening.
On Tuesday she arrived with him, a smile on her face.
She returned on Wednesday.
I left before her.
On Thursday she didn't come, slept in too late.
On Friday she had someone new.
On Saturdays we would study.
On Sunday she fucked me over.
On Monday it happened again.
