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- Do you have a sweetheart?       Kyle fell silent again and got into his thoughts. - No... And what? - Well... - Will you mock me? Oh, yeah. It's in your blood. I just told the truth. I'm not used to lying. - I'm not talking about that. I don't have her too. - And why was this question asked? - Just to find out how similar we are. - You and I are NOTHING ALIKE! - How do you know? - You are popular - this is one, I am a Jew - this is two, you have friends - this... - Three. It is not necessary to list further. Simply... - Just what?       Pause. Stan began to slowly approach Broflovski. Kyle began to breathe tensely. He purely wanted to merge with the air. And it's better to become one.       Marsh was getting closer and closer, Kyle's heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and the distance between the guys was getting smaller and smaller.       Soon the distance was so small that both instantly blushed. "I love him," - they both thought at the same time, before their lips touched.       A light kiss that lasted only a couple of seconds seemed like an eternity to the guys. For a moment, it felt like they were alone. There is no one else in this world besides them.       When Stan and Kyle recoiled from each other, Marsh asked the question again: - Do you want to come visit me? - For how long? - Kyle wanted to clarify. - Even to my death! Stan exclaimed. - OK. I don't mind. - Then let's go. - Marsh took Broflovski by the hand, picked him up and ran to the exit of the room, then crossed the border of the school. - I've never run away from school during a History test... - Now you're running away! Rejoice! Feel the smell of freedom!       Stan cheered Kyle on, and Kyle just looked lovingly into his eyes. When the first one noticed this look, he smiled and accelerated his run to get home as soon as possible. - It's a pity that we are still from different classes. - I'll persuade you to be transferred, don't worry! - I love you... - And I love you! = But this cannot be conveyed in words or in other ways of disclosing information! - Both guys shouted in unison.