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“You’re too weird.” He said after a pause.
She laughed.
“You’re too normal.”
Removing her hand from his face, she looked at him and said, “You’re supposed to kiss me at midnight.”
And he did.
“Listen … I really do not want to be on a date right now, nothing personal,” I said.
“Of course,” he replied quickly, “It’s not a date; it’s just hanging out here, together.”
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Our first… date?
I lay there for a moment, rethinking it, trying to talk myself out of this silly nonsense. Heh.
I just closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and hit send.
Phidelia Imiegha 