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James and I've been close the past weeks, and I can say that somehow I enjoy his company even though it's like he almost just produces a couple of sentences sometimes.

We went to a dress shop, getting ready for the homecoming ball. I got out the dressing room in this white sleeveless dress that reaches my ankle. Almost like a wedding dress looking.

"Does this look good?" I twirled around. James paused, thinking of what to reply.

"It's okay." He said with his face not showing any emotion. "Right." I said and rolled my eyes. But I ended up buying it anyways.

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