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"Gretchen, Gretchen, Gretchen... ——where the heck do I start?" Okay, first off——this girl is N O S Y. She can't mind her own businessto save her own life.
It's always one question after another; "Dominik, why are you buy yourself?""Dom—why don't you like Quidditch? "Why are you so sad all the time?" Always concerned about me andeveryone else within a five mile radius.
She'll talk my ears off, I swear to God!And I can't notlisten to her, 'cause she'llnotice and then yell at me for two hours!"
Sometimes I think she's kinda C R A Z Y. ——and not in the 'out of her mind kinda way; If you piss her off enough, she wouldn't hesitate to murder you.Good thing I know she's got my back.
Despite all that crap, she's probably mybest friend. She just doesn't know it.Gretchen is one of the few people that genuinelycare about me, and I appreciate it more than I let on, because half the time I find it kinda annoying.
Gretchen is nice, but sometimes I think sheCan be too friendly and care too much,And I don't wanna see her get hurt or anything.'Cause I care about her...a lot.
I also know that she can cook and bake. And I'd love a batch of chocolate chip cookies sometime.That's it. The end."