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ANASTASIA

Hello. Call me Anya. (･ω´-ゞ)^☆

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( don'tpunkoutdon'tpunkoutdon'tpunkoutdon'tpunkoutdon'tpunkoutdon'tpunkoutdon'tpunkoutdon'tpunkoutdon'tpunkout. he takes a breath, steeling himself as goes over what he wants to say in his head one more time. he's thought about it at least a hundred time already. no, easily a thousand, but he's still not sure. it still sounds dumb, it still sounds unimpressive, and it still sounds oh-so-lame. this part, at least, needs to be done right. this is a moment to remember.



he can do this. he just needs to tell her. just tell her straight out. )

The flowers. They're also a token of my affection?

( ugh. clumsy. stupid. that's not how he wanted to say that. still, he continues on. only a weakling would pull out now. )

As someone who loves you. I mean, you know that already, but I don't just mean regular love?

( just say it!! stop!! beating!! around!! the!! bush!! saythewordssaythewordssaythewordssaythewordssaythewordssaythewords!! )

I mean, like, love-love.

( no, you idiot!! stop fucking it up—!! )