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hello, Ethan, or is it prince, or your gracious highness (joke)
Ethan laughed, “Hello Liz,” he said, with a small smile.
“Hey,” I say, smiles.
“So, tell me a bit about yourself,”he said.
“ummm, what do you want to know?”
“Just basic things,” he shrugged.
“Im from midtown, I believe this selection is a little stupid, no offense but how are you supposed to find one love, when you’re distracted with 34 other girls. Again, no offense.
“I entered for my sister. because she would have loved to do this but she has fallen ill
He shrugs, “It’s just tradition,” he sighed.
“all traditions have faults.” I say, shrugging. Your
entire love life is broadcasted to the entire country, that’s a fault, 35 girls are chosen, that can be a fault. everything can be a fault it just depends on how you see it and use it
“And I agree, and if I had a choice I wouldn’t have it this way, but then again it’s tradition and yeah it maybe flawed, but I don’t really have a choice...” he said, trailing off.
yeah. what about you?
“Well I obviously lived here and it’s been very stressful especially these last few days, but I’ll hold on. iT’s been a pleasure getting to know you better Lady LIZ, will I see you tonight?”
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