As I was walking down the hall, I suddenly bumped into someone. I turned and snapped at him/her, "Watch where you're going, will you?!" I glared at him/her, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. Did I...know this person? I was starting to feel butterflies, but I tried to push them away. No, Y/N was the only person I could like. He/she doesn't mean anything, I thought sourly.
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