“You can admit you like him. The sky won’t fall, and I promise not to say I told you so.” “I don’t like him. He’s annoying and perfect and way too fucking nice. There is—quite literally—never a hair out of place on his head. It’s all brown and soft-looking. Have you ever noticed how it’s wavy but also sort of curly in the front? Pick a fucking lane! Also, I bet he uses some fancy-ass lemon-scented shampoo and conditioner. Separate too, not the cheap, all-in-one shit I get at the drug store. And his stupid scruffy face is so…even. I think he shaves with a slide rule.” I hold my hands up, palms
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