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Since Linda wasn't home, I answered the door. I didn't know who to expect, and I really didn't care. But I was really surprised to see Justin there.
"What are you doing here?"
"Funny, I said the same thing to your sister this morning." He laughed. "Can I come in?"
"Okay," I said reluctantly.
He made himself comfortable on one of our couches, but I stayed standing, my arms crossed.
"I was thinking today. I was thinking about how I was mean to you before I even knew you. How I judged you before I met you. I mean, sure, you might be cute under all that hair, those ugly glasses, and outdated clothes, but that really shouldn't matter. What should matter is who you are. Maybe you're a really nice person, but I never gave you a chance."
"You're right," I said. "You didn't."
"So, I was thinking… maybe we could start off as friends. I am not promising anything, but I am willing to give friendship a chance."
"So, you couldn't stand feeling like a horrible person, huh? You couldn't really live with knowing that you really don't care about what a girl's personality is like as long as she was hot? So you came to clear your conscience?"
"Yeah, sort of." He smiled. "I'm not perfect, okay? I'm not pretending I am. I am not going to act as if looks don't matter when they really do. But what I am saying is that… is that I am sort of willing to at least be friends."
"And I'm supposed to be thankful for that chance?" I shook my head. "Sorry Justin, but you missed out."
He stood up. "I guess I did."
"Don't worry, I am sure there are plenty of ugly girls out there, waiting for you to be their friend!"
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