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"You think I want to hurt you", he strained balling his fist. "You're so foolish", he groaned. "Can I ask another question?".

"No leave me alone". He pulled my arm making me force his hand off. "Don't. Do that". He gave me a questioning look before grabbing my hand and backing me into a wall.

"What does he have that I don't?"

I squeaked at his question, "what?!".

"You know what I'm talking about. I see you looking at him over the lunch table. The way you look at him when he's laughing. The way you blush when he talks to you for long periods of time. What is it?"

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