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(59). Dear diary
I turn around with the phone still pressed to my ear. Reid is here alright. I watch him step into the light. He's in a black pair of jeans, black T-shirt, black leather jacket and white converse. For the umpteenth time since I met him, I'm stunned at how good he looks. It's unbelievable that a human being can look like that. His eyes sweep in my appearance before he smiles at me. "Are you going to stare all night, or are you going to hug me?" I let out a nervous laugh. I find it so unnerving; almost annoying that I can't hold myself together around him. Before Reid, I hardly knew what nervousness was. Hell, I didn't know what the fuss about having feelings for the other s*x was all about. Now I'm just another star struck girl that's falling harder in love every single day. Re
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