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Paul, Paul, Paul. I wonder if we'll ever be one of those couples who make out in the hallway. ...God, no.
Sometimes I wonder why we're going out. I mean, it's sort of random. My friends aren't friends with him, and I feel like we don't have a ton in common.
But then I see him, and I remember why.
Sometimes I wonder why we're going out. I mean, it's sort of random. My friends aren't friends with him, and I feel like we don't have a ton in common.
But then I see him, and I remember why.