Being the first one to wake up at a sleepover.
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I CAN REMEMBER THESE DAYS
YOU WERE LIKE A STICK
BUT NOW YOU’RE A HULK
He’s not my bias because of his looks. He’s not my bias because he’s famous. He’s my bias because somehow, when he hurts, I hurt. Because somehow, his pain is my pain, his joy is my joy, and because my heart is filled with warmth at the very thought of his happiness.
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