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"I would never hate you, Maya," he whispered. "Never."
So you see? He did like me. He did. He liked me and didn't want me to get hurt and he knew I wasn't crazy. He knew I wasn't crazy.
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"I would never hate you, Maya," he whispered. "Never."
So you see? He did like me. He did. He liked me and didn't want me to get hurt and he knew I wasn't crazy. He knew I wasn't crazy.
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