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Couldn't blog about what happened yesterday. Let's just say that it involved a boy, a short conversation, some butterflies in my stomach, an awkward silence, an awkward question, some beads of sweat on my forehead, my fast-beating heart, me saying "cannot be, cannot be" repeatedly in my head, me appearing to be a complete moron, and the boy sweeping everyone off their feet.
I bet you think this is about you?
No, it's not.
I bet you think this is about you?
No, it's not.