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Mar 2011
She blushes deeply,
As she gets real close.

Her face an inch apart from his,
His mind races.
He doesn't know what she's doing.

He blushes a little,
And gets really nervous.
She's going to kiss me.
He thinks.

She gets a little closer;
His heart pounds in his ears;
She takes a deep breath;
He ***** in his;
She goes to speak,
And she finally says,
"I hate you."
And quickly moves away.
This one was just for fun :3
Hannah West
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Hannah West
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   --- and Kelsey
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