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With chords of "Auld Lang Syne" ringing in the air, Harry knew it was time to wear his heart on his sleeve.
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| Why did u come here, Harry? | |
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| I love that u get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes u an hour and a half to order a bag of oats. I love that u get a little wrinkle above ur nose when ur looking at me like I'm nuts. | |
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| Wrinkle?! Have I not told u a thousand times already? It's a scar, Harry! | |
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| It's not because I'm lonely or because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when u realize that u want to spend the rest of ur life with somebody, u want it to start as soon as possible! | |
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| U see? That's just like u, Harry. U say things like that and u make it impossible for me to hate u. And I REALLY hate u! I also still haven't gotten over the whole wrinkle comment from two frames ago! | |
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| Ok, my bad. I forgot u were once a ~beautiful and graceful unicorn~ Is that what u need to hear? How about "Ur a self-centered, anal retentive, horse-faced BITCH now, Sally"? There, I said it. | |
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