I'm not really sure why I am still seing this boy, but I would rather pretend that he loves me than be alone. What we have, well you can call it a fling. Friends with benefits. Just pleasure? But it is certainly not love. Or that's what I thought at first. Spending more time with this boy made me realize how great of a person he is. He's so dumb that he's smart. He doesn't know he's smart, nor do...

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