It was early; he knew it was early because he always noticed the time most in the mornings. When he'd just woken up, when he'd just gotten dressed, when he'd just fixed his tousled hair. His eyes lingered for a moment longer on that dreaded cell phone-- no, he won't call him. He has no reason to call him.
And now he could feel his eyes on him as
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*jealous of writing skills*
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Thank you~ but it's hardly "amazing"
d-don't be ;__;
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And my writing pales in comparison to yours.
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dfsij shut yo jibber jabber, foo'.
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I love this. D:
Stop trying to make me feel guilty, dammit!! It's not going to work.
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I don't even need to try.~
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I'm telling you, it's not working. But of course, you know this means I have to write something in response. :|!!!
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...I mean what.
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You don't have to write anything in responseee. D: <3
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-swoon-
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I'm glad you do! 89
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HAHA.
I love it!
You!
It!
aye ayeeee, I'm declaring myself an official fangirl of you!! <3
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I love you too~~~~~
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