“Stop staring.” I mumble, and you reply “I’d rather kiss a rat than kiss you.” “I never mentioned kissing a rat.” I reply, adding a couple seconds later, “Thinking about it?” You scoff, turning away. I glance at you. Your dress is way too short. “Dress is too short. Other’s would be staring.” You scoff, replying in a tone with a slight laugh, “That’s kinda the point,” I throw a jacket at you. “I’m the only one that can stare. Put my jacket on or go change.”
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