I was glad she left. The puppy dog eyes didn’t work on me, but had she stayed another moment, I would have been forced to tell her that I didn’t like her, because like was an emotion for children on the playground. I liked a good cup of coffee. I liked dark and stormy nights. I liked watching Frodo get stabbed by the Nazgûl Lord with the Morgul-knife on Weathertop. Fuck, I even liked it when she called me sir, even if it was to antagonize me. But this girl? That couldn’t be reduced to such a fickle fucking word. I was addicted to her, mesmerized. I was dead fucking obsessed, and undeniably
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