So maybe I do like you, what's your point? It's not going to change anything. It's not going to end a war.

  And ending the war, that's all I want to do.

It doesn't matter if I like you, I want nothing to do with you. Stay away from me... I'm busy.

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Stop staring at me like that. Why do you always have to stare at me?

I hate when you do that. It makes me nervous. It makes me want to turn around from my computer and stare back until you have to blush and look away.

  But I can't, I'm busy trying to end the war. Why can't you be busy with something? At least then you wouldn't be staring at me.

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  And now you're talking to me; chattering cheerfully.

You bound around the room hyperly, talking about this and that. Anything that comes to mind, right?

  I'd love to talk to you, even if I'm not good at it. I'd love to learn how to be talkative. I'd love to talk to you until the sun goes down and the night is nearly over.

  But like I said before, I'm busy. Leave me alone. Go find someone else to talk to.

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I can hear the water in the bathroom stop flwing and several minutes later, you come out and sit on your bed.

  Brushing your hair has always been one of your favourite pastimes. AndI can see why. You have beautiful hair, chestnut brown, and it's so long.

  Maybe, one of these days I can help you out when you're brushing it, putting it into that braid of yours. Actually, I'd love to.

  I'm getting sick of repeating myself though. I'm too busy right now. Maybe after the war.

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  And now, now, you're staring at me again, your violet eyes burning into the back of my head.

  You're talking, too. Quite seriously, in fact. You're telling me you like me, a lot.

  I don't have time to listen to you, I'm busy-- What was that you just proposed we do?!

  You want me to go to bed with you?! I'd love to but....

  I'm too busy for such things.

  Well... actually, maybe, just tonight.

But tomorrow I don't want you bothering me again....