Ok. Now this ain't going to be as fun as the other ones because it's a bit of a rant.
Now when your in a roleplay, STAY DETAILED!!! God!!!!
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GAHHHHH!!!!!!
WHEN I TYPE THIS:
Flint stared at his compatriot, the beautiful and wonderful person that was Sheila De La Rose. In his eyes, she sparkled, as if her body was a reflective surface on a bright summer day. Flint couldn't help but feel his heart pound when he was around her, his eyes glued to her at all times, and his lips attempting to avoid kissing her. He convinced himself not to do it. He had to preserve their friendship, so that they could go farther and farther in the future. So for now, all Flint did was stare at her from across the chemistry classroom in 5E, while attempting to cut a frog. He sliced open his finger.
DO NOT TYPE THIS:
She gasped at Flint.
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That's how it's gonna be...
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Just. GAHHHH!
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