GiRl:do u like me?
bOy:no.
GiRl:do u think im pretty?
bOy:no.
GiRl:would u cry if i left?
bOy:no.
GiRl walks away upset.
bOy grabs her arm and says:wait, i dont like u, i love you, and i
dont think ur pretty, i think ur beautiful, and i wouldnt cry if u
left, i would die.
