“What are you so afraid of?” “I’m afraid that if you get to know me, you’ll think I’m weird.” The words, words I didn’t even know I was going to say, blurted forth like a disobedient hiccup. His gaze refocused and met mine directly. “I do know you, and you’re right; you are weird.” “I’m afraid you’re laughing at me instead of with me.” He shrugged. “There is nothing I can do about that. You’re funny.” “I’m afraid that your money and my lack of money will come between us.” He placed his hands on his hips. “It won’t. I won’t let it.” “I’m afraid that I feel more for you than you feel for me.” He
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