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The people online that I only mention it to in passing, the ones that I for real told, the ones that cornered me while I was headed towards the bathroom and wouldn't let me go until I was as red as a tomato and had confessed to them.
All of those people keep telling me things, that I should, that it's cute, that everything will be ok.
It's strange being told that, being that I'm using the one telling.
I'm not good at this, but I think that I'll try, maybe.
All of those people keep telling me things, that I should, that it's cute, that everything will be ok.
It's strange being told that, being that I'm using the one telling.
I'm not good at this, but I think that I'll try, maybe.