Cleo
Staring at him was rude.
Introducing myself was polite.
Offering him a place to stay was humanely mundane.
Learning how to cook just to make him breakfast was a bit crazy, but caring.
Singing him a lullaby to ease his emotional pain was no problem at all.
But falling in love? With me?
Highly illogical.
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staringrudeintroducingpoliteofferingstayhumanelymundanelearningcookbreakfastbitcrazycaringsinginglullaby