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"She's cute." "Cuter than me?" "... no." "..."

"She's cute." "Cuter than me?" "... no." "..."

There's a heady exhilaration blooming in my chest and a broad, triumphant smile on my lips and I know I look almost too happy, but I can't control my beaming, and I am absolutely bursting to tell you the news: That my essay was perfect, that I nailed the presentation, that the biochem final was a walk in the park. And, oh, God, I want to tell you so many things and that I love you and that I want you and I want to feel your arms around me, just barely containing my wild excitement. I want to laugh with relief and feel your lips curve up in a smile against the skin of my neck. And I love you, I love you, I love you. It's these moments w