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Sasha can't help but chuckle. ''I'm just peachy, don't worry. I don't need to see a nurse nor anything like that.'' She's, in fact, NOT peachy. Her whole back stings as if two hundred wasps had attacked her and she can't properly move her legs.
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“Wow,” she breathes, “I’ve never been kissed before.”

“I was your first?” Sasha asks, and she smiles sweetly. “Aww, Marmar, that’s so cute.”

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“How many of me do you see?”

“Marcy seems to seriously contemplate this.

“Three and one of them is strangling the clown.”

“Oooookay, you’re going to bed right now.”

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It works. Marcy’s voice dies in a breathless gasp as Sasha kisses her. She tastes like the cinnamon sugar she surely added to her cookies– after all, snickerdoodle are her favorite.

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''You're burning up,'' He informs no one in particular, or so he thinks - because Marcy seems to come back to reality at that, gazing at him like this is the first love they've ever been shown.
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Sasha traces a vein on Marcy’s arm and whispers, “If we met sooner, we could’ve run away together.”

Marcy smiles. “We could’ve. We still could.”

In a burst of courage, Sasha asks, “Marcy Wu, would you run away with me?”

“Maybe one day.”

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“Any friend of Marcy’s is a friend of mine. Unless...in this case...?”

Olivia’s knowing look made Marcy realize that their almost-kiss hadn’t been missed.

So, blushing, she squeezed Sasha’s hand and said, “Actually, Sasha’s my girlfriend.”

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Her breath is too-close, crawling up Sasha’s wrist like ivy up a terrace. And Sasha knows nothing other than this: the weight of the dread in her stomach, the back of Marcy’s neck a holy near wall she doesn’t want to fucking cross

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Because suddenly, Sasha has Marcy’s chin between her thumb and index finger, whispering something that Anne’s ears cannot comprehend. Marcy—hazel fay cheeks and all—nods quickly, and the two of them seem to dive into each other perfectly.
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She saw that someone had sent Sasha a picture of a ladybug, with the caption 'Look at this cool bug I found!' Sasha’s reply was a simple, affectionate 'nerd'.

What caught Anne’s eye, though, was the contact’s name:

Marcy 🌼

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'You could stay,' came a soft whisper in Marcy's voice. Sasha froze. She's awake, Sasha thought as alarm bells went off in her head and she got ready to explain herself. Then she froze again, body and mind as she processed what had been said. Can I stay? (https://t.co/IYhWBWx3s1)

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“Close your eyes, sunshine,” Marcy murmurs, and she glows like the sun and the moon and the stars, when Sasha looks up at her. She thinks she might start to believe it all. That she’s the sun. That she’s lovely and a sweetheart.
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Olivia hums in acknowledgement. “That’s alright. I was hoping I’d be able to catch you alone sometime, actually.”

Sasha’s suspicions begin to rise again. “Me? What for?”

“Oh, just – to thank you. For making my Marcy happy.”

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''Get it through your thick, somehow still whole skull that i love you very much, and i would be very sad when you join your parents in a few months, and i am going to call you so frequently you will never know you left.''
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Her breath is too-close, crawling up Sasha’s wrist like ivy up a terrace. And Sasha knows nothing other than this: the weight of the dread in her stomach, the back of Marcy’s neck a holy near wall she doesn’t want to fucking cross

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They were just close and comfortable enough to do this kind of stuff without it being weird. But it did not stop the butterflies in their stomach and the warm tones on their cheeks whenever it was happening.

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“You, Marcy. I want you,” breathed Sasha, and in that moment, Marcy suddenly noticed the pink cherry lipstick on Sasha’s mouth.

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''You're burning up,'' He informs no one in particular, or so he thinks - because Marcy seems to come back to reality at that, gazing at him like this is the first love they've ever been shown.
(https://t.co/Oq5GMcYLTH)

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''i do love you a lot,'' she voices. ''why do you think i chose to stay here in this room? do you know how small this room is?''

marcy smiles, and she blinks at sasha, slow and fond. ''i love you too,'' she says, ''i always have.''

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“We’ll be together again someday.”

“Promise?” Marcy asks, and there’s doubt in there.

“Marcy Wu, I promise. Whatever that’s worth to you.”

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