Time passes and the girl I was previously trying to kill starts talking to me. She is no longer trying to kill me and finds it amusing that I was trying to kill her. We both start sensing feelings of lust and start to kiss each other. Then we start passionately making out and she stops and says, "I knew you were a lesbian!" I tell her that I am not. She just laughs and we start to make out again.
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