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Gerard: "Cheeky."
Bert: "Are you flirting with me?"
Gerard: "What?"
Bert: "Are"
Bert: "you"
Bert: "flirting"
Bert: "with"
Bert: "me"
Bert: "?"
Gerard: "No."
Bert: "Too bad."
Gerard: "What?"
Gerard: "😶"
Bert: "You might as well. You've been texting me everyday."
Gerard: "Have I?"
Bert: "Jip."
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FUCKER
Fanfiction2017-2018 It's been 12? 12 fucking years. And I still hate you. *This is presented a little differently than usual. Hope you enjoy.*
