Out of EVERYONE
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"Why wouldn't I choose you?" Zack asked, staring me in the eye.
"I mean, look at me! I'm-"
"Beautiful? Hilarious? Damn near perfect?" He cut me off.
"No, Insecure, clumsy, and starting to break out." I returned.
"Well, we gotta be looking at two different people." He chuckled just a bit before getting up to walk away.
I sat on the bench at a loss for words. No one's ever told me anything close to that before, and I never expected for the first person to be some white boy I met at boot camp.
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