The first time I met him was in a bar. He used bottle dregs to cut open the face of the man who touched him. When we met again, he took the biscuits he stole from her shop and said with a playful smile, "Keep me here!"
He's a duck, gay, please God, don't let me fall in love with this guy! "Get away!"
Wait, why does your heart hurt so much when you ask him to go away? Could it be. ． ． ． ． ．
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