I tried, I really, really tried not to fall asleep during the symposium but a, I only got three hours of sleep last night (blame midterms, the bane of my existence), and the old man preaching about how we needed to save the trees is stating facts I know since childbirth.
Slowly, I begin to nod off.
A few minutes later, I jolt awake and see you looking at me with wide eyes. I expect you to chastise me, but the words never come.
"Chocolate is a really good energy source." You say, handing me a Snickers bar. "Take it, I saved a piece for you."
I smile and take the chocolate bar, and take a timid bite. We look at each other, and I feel something, something.
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one hundred ways
言情"Pull over. Let me drive for a while." In which 0.1-2k word fragments show a frazzled golden girl cliche meeting the boy-next-door stereotype. Falling in love ensues.
