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Talking


She looks at me with her pretty brown eyes, she smiles stretching her pretty pale lips wide

I smile to myself

She makes a flirty joke and I laugh abit

the phone rings

We both look down at the same time, read the name and lock eyes

I have to take this she smiles

I sigh

I like a girl who can't be mine. 

I like a girl who likes a guy.

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