“I really don’t want any confusion, so I’ll spell it out again. I like you. I’m pretty much obsessed with you, actually. I think about you all the time. Your laugh, your dry sense of humour, your clumsiness, your eyes, your skin, the way I can tell if you think someone’s a dickhead without you ever having to say a word. How we can share a joke with just one raise of your eyebrow. That you’ve got a sweary rhyme to stop yourself punching people who annoy you and that you blushed when you sang it to me because you never swear. I just…” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “I just really like
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