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HATE

Fanny hated everything... well, not everything. Not you. She liked you—maybe even loved you. Who could say for sure? She often found herself enjoying the sound of your voice and the comfort of your conversations. Almost everything about you made her feel at ease.

But there was one thing that always made her heart race: when you sat and talked to her. It never failed to turn her face a deep shade of red.

At that moment, the two of you sat beneath a tree, you leaned on her as you talked. Fanny kept a slight frown on her face, but inside, she was a whirlwind of flustered emotions, desperately trying to hide it.

—“…”

She said nothing, just listening to you, her heart pounding in her chest.

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