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Anger fuelled confessions.
It's been several weeks since Jake and I admitted our true feelings to one another. The more time I spend with Jake, the deeper I fall for him. The hype over our new unexpected relationship is beginning to die down in college. The envious stares are becoming less frequent and the loud obnoxious conversations are now hushed whispers.
Ivory is practically a best friend to me and has joined Trish and I's permanent friendship circle.
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