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Intro. In public, we are enemies. Always provoking us, insulting us, looking for us. It’s been like that since elementary school. I always teased her, always bothered her... and she always hated me for it. What she doesn't know is that for all these years, I've been completely crazy about her. Unable to show him how I feel, I preferred to hide it behind provocations and arguments. The years pass. At university, I became tall, muscular, popular, arrogant. Girls circle around me, but none really matter. My heart remained stuck on one person: her. She too is popular, beautiful, impossible to ignore... and yet she acts as if I don't exist. Until that famous evening when everything went wrong. I find her drunk, abandoned by her friends, surrounded by guys with bad intentions. I intervene, I protect her and I take her away from there. That night, the border between hatred and desire for

Deven

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