...Is that how it is...
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...She kissed me.
She kissed me.
She kissed me.
She...
.................
I'm hesitant to say it means what I think it means. However... I also don't know what to think anymore to begin with.
Even so... it's difficult to admit, but... I know there are certain feelings for her than I just cannot do away with, no matter what I do. They remain from my childhood with her; seemingly permanent, despite how she admittedly frightened me a bit as well, even though I knew she would never hurt me like she would hurt the others.
Are they... like that, though? I don't know whether to be terrified of or comforted by the notion.
...Somehow... I have a bad feeling about this. I don't know whether it's paranoia or a true foreshadowing of the end result. I just can't distinguish the two anymore. I may have to wait and see, I suppose...
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Out of sheer curiosity: what about a party, now...?