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The next morning Bart woke up in fright trying to convince himself that the images that haunted him were only made out of his wild imaganation that it was only a nightmare and not reality. Today Bart thought to himself, I’m going to tell her. Tell her it was all a prank, tell her that that it was never supposed to go this far and tell her that her feelings for Rod weren’t real. Building up his courage he knocked on her door. “Lisa we have to talk” Bart told her. “Just a minute” Lisa responded. Bart whilsed inpatiently as Lisa finally came out and his eyes winded. “Lisa?” Bart said shook in his tone. There stood Lisa wearing a meduim red dress with a little leather jacket, pearls around her neak makeup done right and a shining smile that greeted Bart’s shocked face. “How do I look?” Lisa asked. “Pretty” Bart muttered not wanting to admit the truth. Lisa smiled. “Thanks that means alot coming from you” Lisa said. “You want to talk about something?” Lisa added. Bart looked at the ground he had started off with good intentions and ended up burnt. “You going to church today?” Bart asked lamley. Knowing she wouldn’t be attending church because of her belifes he knew it was a stupid question but he asked anyway only to surprised when she nodded her head to recive another shooked look. “Look if Bart Simpson can go to church without bursting into flames I’m sure Lisa Simpson the Buddhist can go and be okay” Lisa joked with a smile. Bart stood speechless and Lisa gave him a playful punch. “Oh losen up what’s wrong with you today?” Lisa asked. Bart sighed. “You don’t want to know” Bart replied. “You don’t want to know” He reapeted.

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