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When he pouted, I felt myself falling for it, as if he was a girl I thought was cute. I looked away and shrugged, "Why can't I be me? I'm not being mean, I'm being truthful." I say, shrugging a little. "His nose was crooked. I don't like crooked looks." I tell him, smiling at him. Then I put my hand on his head. "Anyway, you're showing me the way. I'm not walking there, I'm following you." I tell him, looking around for our class.
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