"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
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If you could be someone else for a day, who would it be?
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Theo
Probably me but me from a few days ago.
When I was in bed in the warm and not freezing my literal ass off.
Cam grinned at my camera with an orange beanie on top of her head and a bulky jacket in front of a fountain as I snapped the picture.
She walked over to me shivering, "Why did Jordan and Stella want to have their wedding in such a cold place?"
"They like making you miserable."
"True."
She held onto my hand while walking down the street with me.
"I think I know you better than you know me." She randomly said.
"I disagree," I shrugged.
"What's my favorite color?"
"Red," I answered easily.
"Second favorite?" She asked.
"Orange," I nodded. "What's the first sport I ever played?"
Cam laughed to herself, "T-ball."
"What's my favorite genre of food?"
"Like type of food? Like Italian and Mexican or like breakfast and dinner?"
"Both."
"Your favorite food is sandwiches but "genre" wise you like Italian food and your favorite meal is lunch." She titled her head, "What's my biggest fear?"
