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i like my best friend

I couldn’t like him. But I did. He was my best friend. And ugly. But today he looked attractive. Figure that. So I guess I liked him. So I stared. He didn’t catch my frift. His eyes wandered to and fro. My green eyes stared intensely into his inky hair. I never noticed how gorgues his dark hair was. He turned aound.
“Joanna…whats up.”
He asked like there was a problem. The was a problem-that I liked him.
“Nothing Max…why?” He gave me a strange look.
“I don’t know just wondereing…” He knew. Max couldn’t know that I liked him. I just realixed like two hours ago that I liked him. I haven’t even told anyone! The bell rang to end our awkard conversation. He picked up his book and walked out of the classroom, his notebook fell out of his muscular arms…
“Max!” I yelled, “You dropped your notebook!” He quickley scanned the books he was currently carrying. As he mouthed an expletive, he jogged to where I was standing.
“Did you read it?” He asked
“No” I said.
“Good” he said
“Why?” I replied.
“Cause…

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