Entry 022
Today, Misty kept pestering. She kept on asking about Dino. Is he sweet? Is he caring? Is he adventurous? What’s his course? Where is he studying? Does he like her? If I can just shout at her and tell her that Dino’s not interested, I would. But I can’t. Because I know for a fact that even though Dino isn’t telling anything, it's too visible in his actions that he liked Misty. And who am I to intervene to that blooming love affair? How bad can I be as a friend? And so, despite the fact that I am being masochistic, I answered her with all the things that I know about Dino? "Is he sweet?" "Sometimes." "Is he caring?" "Uhm, yeah?" "Is he adventurous?" "Not really. He loved staying at home." "What’s his course?" "I don’t know. I never asked him that much." "Where is he studying?" "S
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