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“Fangirl-girl, it’s obvious. You’re obsessed with my dearest dead friend. Sadly, you’ve come to a wrong person. I won’t help you.”
He tilts his head and crosses his arms.
“Nothing personal. I just like watching you struggle.”
Placing her hands on her hips, she raised a brow.
Dearest friend. Yeah, okay.
“I’m assuming it’s my bad for even considering coming to you.” She sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. She really was obvious.
“And can you stop with the girl-girl thing? I get it - I’m a girl.”

















