“You’d do that for me? Wait, why? Why would you do that for
me?” She demanded, confusedly.
“Because,” He started.
“No I know why, but why? Like, why do you care about me?”
His brows puckered. “Why do I care about you? You’re my
friend.”
“But why am I your friend?” Sam went on insistently. “You
don’t like me, so why?”
“Why would you think I don’t like you?” Bernie asked.
“Because yesterday, you told me that you hated me.”
He shrugged. “That was yesterday.”
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