It's a Love, Hate Relationship
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sun, Jun 14, 2015
"So you and Aaron are friends again, or...?" Nathan asked.
I shrugged. "Ask him 'cause I don't even know."
"Wow." Nathan muttered and just looked at me with a chuckle.
"What?"
"Nothing, it's just here I thought you hated him." Nathan stated and I shrugged.
"Well Nate, hates' a strong word." I turned and smiled at my best friend. He just sighed in disappointment.
"Yeah I know, Spence. That's exactly why I used it." He then stood up and dusted off his jeans.
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