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he dared not look at her to embarrass her more.

staring down at his strawberry milk, an idea strucked him like lightning.

he carefully lay out all his plans as quickly in his mind as he could, making sure that everything will be under control.

moving closer to her, he spills the ridiculously-coloured-milk, straight onto the stain.





"I'm sorry that I spilled strawberry milk on you,"
clear and loud so everyone could hear.

He took off his denim jacket and gave it to her, signalling her to cover the stain.

on the inside, he was silently praying,




please don't murder me-

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