Allergies
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Last published Tue, Feb 3, 2015
When I walked into the doors of my school, the most beautiful aroma filled my nose. I quickly followed the scent to see the most beautiful girl I've every laid eyes upon. I quickly went to her and said, "Hey, my name is (Achoo!)..."
"I'm so sorry, but do you have a dog? I'm horribly allergic to them."
I stand there, shocked to find out that my mate was allergic to me.
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