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"Alright! Okay,

I'm just going to say it

Because you're fucking annoying

And won't let it go.

I really, really

Like you.

A lot,

A lot,

A lot.

More than a lot.

When you asked me out before

I was scared.

But I'm not anymore.

So I was wondering,

If it's not too late,

If you would maybe,

Like to go out with me?"

Her face had so many emotions.

But the blush on her cheeks.

Told it all.

I didn't even get a word in.

She just kept.

Going.

"This is embarassing.

Fuck you, I hate you.

But not really.

I L word you.

A whole awful

Lot."

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