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july 8th 13:57

"oh my god nebra, he's gonna hate me." i draped myself over her.

"not so fast." she told me, "don't jump to dumb conclusions." she scolded.

"i'm jumping, i've jumped, i've landed." she burst out laughing, "hate, he's gonna hate me."

nebra took a hold of my face, squishing my cheeks.

"brunhilde oceana dimitri paris, this man has tolerated you for months, putting up with your memes and idiocy and you. he learned memes to understand you! now, do you really think he'd hate you because you panic complimented him and ran? no!!"

"you didn't have to use my full name, that's so embarrassing."

"shut up oci." nebra's lips formed a smile.

despite the very obvious anger in her eyes.

and suddenly my face was squished between two slices of bread and tears were gathering in my eyes again.

"now, what are you?!" she demanded.

"a cutie sandwich!" i cried, globs of chemical water trailer down my flushed cheeks.

"good!" she nodded approvingly.

"you're a great friend."

"of course i am."

"i love him." i realized

"mhm." she pat my head.

"oh my god, nebby."

"i'm flattered you think of me as a god."

"shut up!" i nudged her away, "ily, fam."

"i know, loser."

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