Am I Perfect Now?
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"You're perfect." he whispered. I flinched at the word.
"Shut up." I shot back still sobbing.
"I'm being serious, Kat. You are the most perfect thing to ever walk the face of this earth." I took a step back instantly missing his warmth.
"When will the lying stop!?"
He took a step towards me, resting his forehead on mine.
"It never started."
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