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She stared at me, a slight frown. "This is cliche."
What? "What?"
"C'mon," She stomped out the cigarette under her sneaker. "You, the jock, warning me - the troubled girl. We then have some sort of stupid connection that is now tied to the very fact that we're from different worlds and you just so happen to step out of yours for a moment to help me?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I demand, kind of getting pissed off. The hate has, indeed, returned.
"Don't tell me you're that blind, Ross," She rolls her dark eyes and walks away.
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