And yesterday, when I finally thought we were been able to talk—

…I .

—you said it was all a joke.

You're just shooting glares at me all the time, and we haven't had a single normal talk.

before I believe in anything.

…

I do…

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I need to get to know you

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I don't. .

I can't be sure if I don't see it. .

Yet. .

.

Nothing.

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I've got no idea about the things you like or anything.

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There's nothing between us. .

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see.