My LoL Love! ((SciFriday Challenge 28))
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"You're hella weird, girl!"
He kicked me out of the group chat before I could even send a nasty reply back. I play video games and am a total League of Legends fan. How can that be weird? I was just spazzing over a great cosplay photo depicting my all-time-crush Vladimir, the Crimson Reaper, and this guy just called me weird just because of that!
Well...
Yeah, I'm weird... We're all a bit weird! But blast it!
If only I could finally find the right guy for my weirdness...
*sigh*
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