Peterick Fluff
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"I love you" I said. "I love you too, Pete", no, he didn't get it. I hold his hand lightly and he looked at me like I had 'penis' written on my forehead... oh shit, did I have 'penis' on my forehead? I mean, Patrick is not the kind of guy that would do that while I sleep but, well, I rubbed my other hand against my forehead just in case. He kept looking at me like that. "What?" "Why, um, are we holding hands?" "Because my hands are cold and yours are warm" Seems like I won't tell him, not yet
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