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Chelsea grabs his hands feeling the warmth of his hands and the softness of his cotton sweater.
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| I bet he stuggles with this. Why did he even date me? | |
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| Chelsea, I have been denying it, I truly did believe that I liked you. | |
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| My mind is running in circles, I know he is waiting on me to speak. So, I clear my throat and suddenly taste how dry my mouth has become, but I couldn't wait any longer. | |
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