You were. You really were. In my house, with no one else home. Only you brought him with you to get your cookies. It doesn't matter that you stayed for about an hour since you brought him and were going to take cookies to the kid that called me ugly. No. None of it matters because it wasn't just us like I wanted it to be. Damn.
You said, "It's wet out here."
and then I said, "I know."
Then I probably did something awkward because you asked, "What?"
So, then I blocked out what I was really thinking and said, "Nothing."
What I was thinking: You look really cute when you're wet.
Fact: I just typed this random blog mostly using Homerow.
It took ten minutes. -.-
And a lot of backspacing.
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