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Honestly?
I’m scared to go home and face him. I’m not really sure what to make of any of it; the occurances before, the happenings during, the plans for my homecoming. My bet is that there will be nothing, and that I’m working myself up for no reason. I just can’t help but over analyse absolutely everything. There’s just something there that I’m incredibly drawn to.
Time shall tell, I suppose.
