“I know you know why I’m following you.”
“I don’t even know you, Ms.” He said it in a serious tone.
Fucky!
Why is he now pretending not to know me?
“I know you’re only acting when you don’t know me.” He ignored what I said; instead, he walked over and passed me.
Fucky!
“I know you tried to erase my memory earlier!”
Fucky! I don’t really want to say that because I’m not sure, but I can’t take it back now; I said it already, and it’s effective because he turned around. His arms were crossed.His dark eyes are darting at me while his eyebrows are furrowed. I can tell that he’s more serious now.
“I know what happened last night; you don’t have to tell me anymore, so you don’t have to pretend you don’t know me.” “I know you’re just doing it because you haven’t erased my
