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“So, now that we’re alone…”
She turned towards me, a puzzled smile on
her lips.
“Huh?”
The number on the electronic panel of the
elevator changed to 2 and I knew I had roughly 45 seconds before we reached her
floor.
“I just wanted to tell you just how much
you mean to me.” I said.
“You mean a lot to me too.”
“Yeah, but you don’t mean it the way I do.
You mean it in the
you-are-my-ever-reliable-buddy-the-funny-guy-from-the-office-who-I-will-never-be-attracted-to
way. I mean it in the why-can’t-you-see-me-for-the-wonderful-guy-that-I-am-and-I-will-spend-my-life-making-you-happy
way?”
