Tyler had grabbed my wrist and a loud pop came from it. He stared at me confused. I twisted my wrist and it popped multiple times. "You're such a weird person and I love you.", he said
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I always needed to carry a water with me. I had a water bottle on me at all times. "Why do you need a water bottle?", he asked.
"It's a sense of security, Tyler.", I smiled.
"Ah, my weird girlfriend.", he said and I playfully punched him.
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