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i try to think of something to say

he lifts my face to meet his eyes

i look at those perfect eyes

he says something

i think 'he looks so fucking hot with those spectacles'.

he snaps a finger

i come back to reality

he smirks

i blush, again.

he looks so sexy smirking

i tell him i have to go

he tells he wants to be my boyfriend

i try to say yes without blushing.

he kisses my forehead

i die again.

he is just so perfect.

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