When I was a kid there was a girl that lived across the street that I became friends with. I was at that age where because she was a girl and my friend she was my girlfriend. My Girl was her favorite movie. I remember watching it for the first time with her and when it ended I was traumatized.

I was do sure that she just revealed her master plan to get rid of me like any villain in a children's movie. Blabbing the entire plan so by step as I sat powerless.

From then on I was in the lookout for bees. 

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 *whispers*

I keep an epi pen in my purse.

You’re safe, Thomas James 🫂 

 😛😛😛

I don't think I'm allergic.

Pretty sure I got stung at least twice and I'm a normie when it comes to that.

But I was so sure that was her plan.