sebastian.

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        What can I say? I’m one of a kind, Blaine. Nobody has a logic like me for a reason. The reason being I’m smarter than most people. Of course, that excludes you. You’re very smart, no need to lie about it. Which is why you should be able to see there’s no reason to get so nervous around me. You’re so tongue tied at this point that I didn’t even understand half of what you just said. You have to slow down there, killer. I don’t speak bashful schoolboy. 

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      “You are most definitely one of a kind.  I can safely say I’ve never met anyone quite like you.  I doubt I ever will.  I’m glad you don’t think I’m a bumbling idiot. If you did? It’d be your fault for constantly saying things that momentarily turn me into one.  I’m NOT nervous. That’s not it at all.  I just can’t figure you out completely.  Like you not understanding what I said.  Was I being confusing?  Or was it selective ‘misunderstanding’ of the parts you don’t want to acknowledge? Mainly where I mentioned I was taken and phone sex shouldn’t even be in yours and my vocabulary when it comes to having it with each other?  I’m not bashful.  I’m–I’m just saying I’m not going to–I mean I can’t–.  Don’t you look at me like that, Sebastian.  I can see the smirk in your eyes long before it hits your lips and there’s one brewing already.  So–don’t you dare.”

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