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Shit. I really do like the boy. There's no getting around it.
He was a perfect gentleman. He carried my skis for me, was content to go wherever I wanted, helped me up whenever I feel (which was far too often), put his arm around me on the chairlift, and even told me I had pretty eyes.
Damn these sophomores for being so likable.
He was a perfect gentleman. He carried my skis for me, was content to go wherever I wanted, helped me up whenever I feel (which was far too often), put his arm around me on the chairlift, and even told me I had pretty eyes.
Damn these sophomores for being so likable.