We lay on her bed.
We watch a movie on her tiny TV.
She has short pixie hair.
I know she's gay.
She knows I know she's gay.
She knows I know that people know she has a crush on me and told me.
Does she know that I think I know that she knows it's hard to breathe in her room?
My arm almost brushes her arm.
I have no idea what is going on in this movie.
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