Answering (The Answer's perspective)
I know that I like her, she was adorable. Even though she lied to me, I loved her. Her red fur was like a crimson cherry, she was my cherry. Sometimes I could see it in her eyes. I knew she loved me like I loved her. I sometimes wonder what she and her opposition think of us. But it doesn't matter I love her.
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