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Mysty didn’t talk when a ribbon tied us together. She must be annoyed with us. I asked her if it was about my comment on the chocolate and the note she received, and she said no, but her face screamed she was pissed.
“You mean, you can annoy the s**t out of me and joke around, no problem, but when I do it, it’s not allowed because you’re too serious? Lighten up! You’re not making this easier,” I said.
“Now, you think I’m annoying, okay! Noted!” She said.
I pointed out something, but she focused on one that wasn’t even the topic.
“Uno, chill! Mysty’s still a girl,” Reed interjected. I wanted to hit him with a comeback, but I ignored him. It was the best comeback.
This setup was a nightmare! The most uncomfortable thing since I joined a singing contest in kindergarten. I couldn
