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โ โโโโโโโโเฎโกเฎโโโโโโโโ
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๐๐ซ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ
๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐
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What did I ever do to you besides pretend to be a pussy in a failed attempt to make you chuckle a bit?
If it has to come to this, then fine. I must warn you though, I am a master of the Wu Tang Shaolin Style. I may have to defend myself.
Hold on now, before you do that, I've got a proposition for you. How about I give you this Hershey's Kissโข, and in exchange you don't beat my ass into the dirt?
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โ " 'Cause you deserve my kindness. I like
you, Tsumugi-san. "
The realization of what he just said hit him
full force. A blush coated his face again and
he turned his face off to the side, a nervous
tic of his. Did he mean "like" or . . . "๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ"?
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โ " Mm, if you say so. It's not gonna stop me
from returning the favor whenever I can
though. I'm kinda stubborn like that. "
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โ โ Oh, okay. That sounds really cute. I didn't
get you anything this time but I'll
remember for every time from now on. โ
With a blush on his cheeks he took a bite
of the KitKat bar. He was always more of
an almond Hershey's and Twix
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