"I'm no one special," I tell him, looking in his eyes. "Why do you think that? It's not true," He answers, getting a bit frustrated with me, for it's not the first time I've mentioned this. And it won't be the last neither. "How am I special? I've got nothing to offer," I say, giving him a confused expression. "You really don't know?" He asks. I shake my head. "I'm supposed to?"
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