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Imagine: Chuck when you leave him. "I told you, Chuck, we are over."You repeated for what felt like the 100th time."So I'm going on a date with Sweetpea and you're just going to have to find a way to be ok with it." "No you're not."You felt Chuck's hand wrap around your wrist. You turned and gif right up in his face."Put your hands on me again and I will kill you."
