"... I'm a wreck, I'll admit it: I can't eat when he's near and I'm so tired and nervous that you better stay clear. Leave me to the company of me if I can't have him. I'm trying to be tender, I'm trying to be cool; I laugh at my own jokes, I laugh like a fool. ... I'm in love with his face, I'm in love with his eyes - I could eat them for breakfast. Boy, would he be surprised! If he knew how I felt, it would spoil any chance I had. What chance is that? It's a cat's chance in Hell, I'd better take it. ..."
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