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My dear Chosen One,

You insulted me ruthlessly today. You were bloody fuming, and I'm not even sure why. I wasn't cruel to you like usual today. I couldn't bring myself to hurt you today. It's hard, trying to be you enemy. It's so, so hard. Because I want nothing more than to be your friend. To be more than that. I've got a brilliant way of showing it. I'll just shove you down the bloody stairs. What does mature, model-student Basilton do with his problems? He shoves them down the stairs. Merlin, I'm pathetic. I love you, Simon Snow. Not that I'd ever tell you that. Certainly not to your face. I don't have the courage for that. For the iminent rejection that comes along with it.

Much love,
T. Baz Pitch

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