Boy: I wish there was a way I could express it.
Girl: What do you mean?
Boy: Well actually, there is one way.
Girl: What?
Boy: You'd hate me for it.
Girl: Tell me.
Boy: No.
Girl: Tell me.
Boy: No.
Girl: Tell me.
Boy: No, I'd regret it forever.
Girl: What is it?
Boy: You don't want to know.
Girl: Yes I do.
Boy: Why?
Girl: Because I think I want to do it too.
Boy: What?
Girl: Assuming we're thinking of the same thing.
Boy: Which is?
Girl: No.
Boy: Tell me.
Girl: No.
Boy: Tell me.
Girl: You tell me.
Boy: Fine, I want to kiss you.
Girl: Do it.
Boy: No.
Girl: I dare you.
Boy: No.
Girl: Why not?
Boy: I'd regret it.
Girl: No you wouldn't.
Boy: Shut up. You'd regret it.
Girl: No I wouldn't.
Boy: Yes you would, I know you would.
Girl: I'd regret it more if we didn't.
Boy: You're not making this easy for me.
Girl: I thought I was taking a rather direct route actually.
Boy: You are, but you're making it awkward.
Girl: Am I?
Boy: Yes.
Girl: Really? Because if we had it my way it would all be over and done with by now.
Boy: Yes, but I get to savour the moment with my way.
Girl: Would you hurry up and kiss me already?
Boy: Fine. No tongue.
Girl: No tongue.
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LMAO Mitto.
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