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p h i l

I saw him.

I was in English. He was there too. Once again, I saw him.

He sat in front of me. He was so close that I could touch him. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to introduce myself. I was too nervous. He might not be gay like me. He might judge me. He might only want me as a friend. He might not even be nice. But I want to talk to him. I swore I would introduce myself the next day.

I was in English. He was there too. Once again, I saw him.

I saw him.

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