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The butterflies, they're back. No! And now he knows I like him! This is terrible. Really, really terrible. But I can't help but smile at him.
"Shut up." I look away crossing my arms, still smiling.
He stands up, coming closer to me, "So, Varnika. Do you have plans today? Or are you gonna pretend like that phone call yesterday never happened?" He said stopping about two feet away from me.
I don't have plans. And today that's exactly what I need to get my mind off of some things. A lot of things. The remark about the phone call made me blush and try my best to avoid all eye contact.
Keep a distance Varnika. Don't get too attached. Let's pretend he's a vicious monster trying to lure you into his trap to get ready and tickle you to your doom. Let's pretend he's about to cut your hair. Let's pretend he's about to bust out in song to express his feelings to you with a choreographed dance sequence. All of those things could make me say I have plans to avoid him. But deep down I know that's just a front so I can't get attached to anyone anymore. Not after what happened last time you liked someone. Not after everything that's happened.
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