“You know, all you have to do is ask the girl out,” I said as I hobble-jogged after him. “She’ll say yes.” “I know,” he snarled, sounding even more furious. “Well, if you know, then why haven’t you done it already?” I asked, frustrated. “Because!” “Because?” I pushed, resisting the urge to jump on his back and wrestle him to the ground. “You like her, she likes you.” I threw my hands up. “What’s the problem?” When we reached his car, Gibsie spun around to face me, chest rising and falling quickly, car keys clenched in his white-knuckled fist. “Do you know what the statistics for relationships
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