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Wednesday, August 24, 2005
I padded over merrily and cheerfully said, "Hey, you should be happy to note that people are actually wearing your SWC t-shirt!""I kill you, Amy!" he mumbled.
"Hey!" I protested, ready to explain that all I meant was that people found his T-shirt design good enough to wear. But I didn't get a chance to, as he flashed me a WMD-grade killer smirk, which stopped me dead in my tracks.
With one curl of his lips he telegraphed "Just teasing. You are so p0wned! Hah!" But it was such a bad-assed grin, my brain short-circuited for a moment. And oh, it got really warm all of a sudden.
NOT GOOD!
*repeats to self: do not think of buddy in that way. DO NOT think of buddy in that way...*
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