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“As your new here, and you don’t have that much friends, I was wondering if we could get to meet better each other?” at first he just looked at me, silently, I almost had an inner heart attack, but then, a good sign, he laughed a little “Yes, sure, why not?” “Maybe, tomorrow, the nearby dinner, after school?” “Okay, it’s a date” when he said those three last words, I couldn’t breath for two seconds, the guy I like said the words “it’s a date” I was full of happiness “See you then” I said and walked away. I can’t believe it, I got a date with the guy I like, now I can discover what he hides in those deep, beautiful, green eyes of him. But there’s one problem, my phobia, Ill do whatever to hide it, even if I must lie about not liking people touching me.
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