Who am I kidding, this is trouble and I know it. Maybe I should just give this journal to Phoebe to read. I had her over for dinner tonight after work. I could barely eat, I was so nervous. I can't believe what is going on with me, I don't understand it. But I feel it, I definitely feel it. I am drawn to her. And I know she is drawn to me. But I didn't do anything. I couldn't even go near her when she left, and I think she knew that. I wanted her to leave but I didn't want her to leave. When she got home she called and we ended up talking nonsense for an hour, but didn't care—I don't want
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