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I am in love with this kid. He is a freshman at my lunch. I know he loves me too, but he is afraid to show it. It's ok, I'll just wait patiently until he's ready to tell me. Meanwhile, he acts like he likes Zoe just to hide his love for me.
Jeremy, I wrote you a poem:
Jeremy is cool.
Jeremy is cool.
Jeremy is cool.
And stuff.
See, even the girls want him:
