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I was so ready.


I was wearing my favorite jeans and shirt, and my hair was spiked just the way I like it - like I just got out of bed. I bought the sneakers a few days ago.


My smile was in place, and I was almost dancing, even though there was still that fear lurking under my skin.


When I heard the Pokemon theme song playing in the background, I laughed and nearly leaped to my desk to grab my phone.


It was a text message.


ďHey bud, Iím so sorry I couldnít make it tonight. Something came up. Iíll make it up to you.Ē


I didnít know whether to laugh or cry.


I was supposed to come out to him. 



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