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Am I ded

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hey guess what

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What

hey guess what

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m straight for James Charles 👌👌🙏😩

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Clyde let out a small laugh at Ferrari’s words. Her English was so broken and funny, yet it kept bring ease to his mind. It was refreshing, that someone so different and capable was really out here making a difference, and trying her best. The best part was that her being funny isn’t even on purpose. He hoped that him finding her way of talking humorous wasn’t offensive to her. He’d have to apologize for all the times he’s laughed later, when he was able to form any words that weren’t complete garbage.

The more she talked, the more he felt okay. He was out of the cold, his clothes were beginning to dry from his literal sweat and tears, and he was interacting with a very pretty and kind girl. He wondered, momentarily, why he didn’t request Ferrari at all whenever Mercedes isn’t here. But the thought of her hitting him that one time quickly answered the wondering idea. Looking back at it, he supposed it was his fault. From what he seems in front of him now, it’s hard to imagine her hurting him in any way.

The cookie looked and smelled delicious, as if it was catered specifically to fit his every interest. Sharing it would be a dream, as he was pretty sure he’d only be able to eat a little. Food right now did not sound great, but the inviting scent of the hot cookie, the perfectly placed and shaped ice cream that sat on top, and the offer of the spoon from the redhead was enough to convince him that a few bites wouldn’t hurt.

Clyde followed her, scooping up the dessert and placing it into his mouth. The heat of the cookie threatened to burn his tongue, but the cooling sensation of the ice cream quickly took over. A perfect mix, in his opinion. Clyde crossed his ankles underneath the table, finally stopping the shaking of his legs. Seems like the delicious food was doing more for his anxiety right  now than he thought. He listened to her explain and talk about the store, the other workers, and even about his party that he had mentioned. The spoon dropped of his bottom lip. Clyde held it loosely, trying to phrase the words in his head carefully.

“The party,” he started, letting a small, sad smile appear on his lips, “I actually don’t know if I’m having one, now that I think about it. But if I did, of course I’d invite you. You’d be, like, one of the first people I’d invite,” Clyde nodded to better convince him and her that the fact was true, “I don’t think my group of friends would accept that though. I’m pretty sure they’re already planning on having a surprise party for me anyway. I can always count on them to make me smile, even though I don’t want to sometimes.”

Okay, that was kinda sad. He didn’t mean to say it like that. Clyde blinked, reaching for another bite of the dessert as he pulled on his quick thinking skills, “Uh,” he forced a smile again, “I think you look great in... or-ange. It really suits you. I don’t know anything about, like, fashion or whatever. But I think it looks nice with your skin color.” That sounds like something Bebe would say. It seems like a good thing when she does, too, so he figured it was polite, “But if you really want to, we can hang out sometime. I’d love to chill. Then you can wear every color of the rainbow for me.”

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The music that came from Mercedes’ mouth was melody, probably Clyde’s favorite song. He could just imagine spending the rest of his life listening to it, even if he didn’t  talk back. He drifted off into a daydream, where Mercedes confessed her undying love for him right here and now, which Clyde would return with a marriage proposal. They’d wed in Spring, a young, happy couple who was ready to take on the world with the power of their love. They’d wait a couple of golden years before having children, three of them to be exact. One boy and two girls. They’d collaborate on names, Clyde wouldn’t want to pick them out without consulting Mercedes first.

Their children would be beautiful, the girls taking after their mother and the boy being the clone of Clyde himself. They’d grow up right, proper, they’d be the perfect family. Then, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, so on so forth. Clyde and Mercedes would die of old age, smiling at each other, telling each other that they were the best thing to ever happen to each other. The life they molded was the best possible outcome. No one else could be as lucky as them.

The mention of school work drew him out of his thoughts, realizing that Mercedes had been talking about their psychological homework. Crap, was that due soon? He can’t admit that he hadn’t started on it. That would come off as him being lazy, or dumb. And if Mercedes thought that, his plan wouldn’t work. And then the future he painted for them wouldn’t exist. He’d die alone, because no way he’d ever meet someone else as amazing as her. His last dying breath would be that he loved her, a woman who would have moved on to other things, marry other people, have other children. Clyde tensed up at the thought. No way!

“Ah,” he hesitated, looking down at her paperwork to try and figure out how he’s going to bullshit his way out of this, “uhh-- yeah, yeah!” he said, maybe a little too loudly. Clyde cleared his throat before smiling his signature charming smile, which actually kind of looked like he had to sneeze, “I finished that--” he paused, “--yesterday. My dad was more than willing to answer my questions about--” Shit, “--the mental toll on first time shop owners. You know, the difference between the first year and the fifteenth year.” Nice.

“I asked him stuff like...” he stopped to try and make it seem like he was trying to remember the questions he asked, but really he was trying to come up with them on the spot, “... how was his time during the grand opening. And, uh, what did the business do to affect his everyday life forever. You know, about business school and what it did to prepare him, what it didn’t prepare him for. All that stuff,” Clyde paused. Well, now that he’s talked about it, he has to go through with it. Thankfully his dad was cool with being the subject involving school work, “But I agree,” he leaned on the counter now, relaxing. The hard part was over, “it was hard to think of it all at first.”

Now, Mercedes will think Clyde is smart and attractive and funny. The three key things to look for in a boyfriend. His plan to have her fall all over him will work better than he thought. Clyde could feel himself get overly excited at the idea of holding her hand in school, and telling everyone that this beautiful, amazing woman is his girlfriend, “You can interview me,” he suggested, grinning ear to ear, “I promise I can give sophisticated answers to anything you throw at me.” he winked at her, completely aware that he mispronounced ‘sophisticated’ thanks to his natural minor lisp. He hoped she didn’t noticed. It was definitely not a chick magnet.

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This is honestly the only way I can accurately describe watching this movie as an adult pokemon fan.

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I can’t scroll through insta without seeing Bradley’s penis

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Whoa I was just talking about these snotty young teenage girls coming in, trying on all the shoes, making a huge mess, and then snatching the receipt from my hand so sharply it was really mean and I just wanted to know why younger people are so full of hate 😕

I think my biggest pet peeve is when someone younger than me thinks they can be mean to be. Like??? Who hurt you??? Was spongebob cancelled???? Did you get in a fight at recess???

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I think my biggest pet peeve is when someone younger than me thinks they can be mean to be. Like??? Who hurt you??? Was spongebob cancelled???? Did you get in a fight at recess???

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I’m always down!! Just give me details and I’ll be there in a flash!!

Work bitch is a great song but now every time I listen to it I’m reminded of Lisa Burger in that outfit and singing and I want to die

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You used me for shoes 💁‍♂️ plus we’re friends now so it’s weird if I say you were the best I’ve ever had

Work bitch is a great song but now every time I listen to it I’m reminded of Lisa Burger in that outfit and singing and I want to die

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She was the best girlfriend I’ve ever had, soap out your dirty mouth 😡😡

Work bitch is a great song but now every time I listen to it I’m reminded of Lisa Burger in that outfit and singing and I want to die

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Little League Hockey try outs start May 19th-25th! If you got any siblings, cousins, whatever from ages 6-9 they can show their stuff at South Park Ice Rink!

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👀 on it, watch ten years from now imma be making bank on this 😘

No but where is that combination @fabulouslybebe ?? That sounds like a two birds with one stone type of dealio

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No but where is that combination @fabulouslybebe ?? That sounds like a two birds with one stone type of dealio