I feel pathetic.
Eliot's only been gone for five hours, and I already miss him. Hmph. Stupid Winter Retreat. He'd better have a great time.
Hey, Rosie?
I have a question.
How do you know that you're in love?
Not that I'm in love with Eliot or anything. I mean, that's silly, right? I'm not even fifteen yet. Not possible.
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Pff. You ask Rosie? Hm, how do you know you're in love? I'll take this one if you don't mind... oh. Wait. I can't say this in any way that won't sound ridiculously sappy. Frick. Ask me later, then, when I can say it eloquently-- I know I can.
Otay, Emmy dearest!
^^ Love you!
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