“I don’t like you”, he said plainly to her.

“But I like you”, she replied, even more plainly.

He looked at her a bit confused. He expected his statement would have elicited a different response. He scrunched his forehead as he racked his brain. Not much happened.

“Why?” he asked.

“You’re handsome”, she said.

He was even more tortured and tormented.

“Uhhh”, he muttered constipatedly as he started to sweat.

“Danny!!! Time to go home!” he heard his mom yell.

Whew.

Saved.

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