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He was already on the bus as i got on. There wasn't enough seats for us, we stand facing each other. I look into his eyes, but when he looks back i look down. Just being in his presences makes me nervous. Suddenly the bus jolts, we get pushed towards each other. I can feel his breath on my face. "i'm sorry ml" he whispers. i just stare into his beautiful hazelnut eyes. i don't respond, i cant think of a response, i froze. we are still cm apart. his phone starts ringing, yeats song 'talk' starts playing. he starts singing at the top of his lungs "Bout to train my diamonds, yeah, they smackin' head to toe
"Shh" 'bout what you sayin', yeah, just shut up, let me go" before i can process what happens he gets down on all fours and craws off the bus, howling like a werewolf. i see him piss on the side of the bus, lifting 1 leg. that really grinds my gears 😈😈

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