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after torturing herself with curiosity and pondering...
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| *oh no the four most dreaded words of relationship-ocity* | |
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then things stop making sense
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| wait why am i doing this? | |
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| WHAT, just tell me what you need to say! | |
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but she sez what she if thinking anyways....DOOM
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| do...you...think..we'd...be...better...off...as friends? | |
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