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“I thought I was imagining things.” You smile from the depths of your heart. Wilma smiles back, redder than ever, she’s surpassing the tomato scale to the level of juiciness never reached by any vegetable.
“<span class="mu-i">...It was San’s fault.</span>” Wilma glares at her entity, tomato levels lowering slightly. “He projected my thoughts onto you as you were leaving. I mean my little self’s. Her biggest wish was to confess her feelings, and this little boy acted as unmindful as he’s known for, untroubled about anything but the present. Not to say I don’t appreciate you, all the opposite, but it’s *mostly* her feelings.”
“I see.” You didn’t expect to be turned down.
“Ever since we came back, I feel like her hopeful lookout for the future is the drive moving me forward. But as I clear my thoughts, it feels like we’re one and the same, but not <span class="mu-i">exactly</span>. I’m sorry for not being able to point out how exactly.” Wilma is entangled in her confusing thoughts. “W-What I’m trying to say is to forget that confession ever happened. It has to come out of my lips to be definitive. Understood?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.” You cough. You get where she’s coming from, so you can live with this no problem.
“Now listen closely…” Wilma shows you the same tender smile as during the wedding, she gets really close and whispers. “<span class="mu-s">I love you, Johnny.</span>”
Ehem, your inconsistent heart flourishes with a gratifying feeling. The one you started the conversation with. It feels great. You can’t believe Wilma was teasing you the entire time, she has become an evil tomato! Not the Chio type, but the Grace type! Awful!
“A-ha! I found the volume mixer, you dolts!” Odetta screams from the phone. “Now you won’t be able to keep me quiet! PLEASE, turn the phone <span class="mu-s">off</span>! I don’t want to hear any of this crap! This is so fucking embarrassing! Before you blame me, this thing is full of spyware, I can’t turn it off even if I wanted to. Also, the others are downstairs.”
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“Odetta, you ruined this moment, you owe us one now! Wilma, we’re surely going to talk about this later tonight.” Prepare for later! This ain’t over!
>“Sorry about that, Little O.” Send a kiss to Wilma, and try to be nice to everyone. You’re feeling great now!
>“That’s it. You’re getting poked.” You’ll give Odetta the shameful van Zullekom treatment. Tap the screen in retaliation.
>Try turning Odetta off, notice a message from the others that they have indeed arrived, and prepare to meet them.
>Write In.
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