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Akelo kept quiet for a while. he looked at Amy a bit uncertainly, as if she might turn into some kind of monster if he told her the news.

"Come on, Anthony. what is it? this better not be some kind of stupid trick just so that you could get me to talk to you alone."

"No, it's not. trust me. i've really got...news...for you."

"Well, then. what is it? i'm really close to just ignoring you completely."

"Alright, alright. ok...this whole thing, this whole relationship. it's just...just part of...part of a....bet."

"Anthony! you promised me that this wasn't part of any stinkin bet! you LIED, Anthony. how could you?"

"You promised not to bite my head off if i told you this. so i can lie so long as you lie."

"Anthony, i didn't know that you were about to tell me that you were telling me a lie all along...what made you 'have' tell me all of a sudden?"

"It was Julie. when she said that we were a perfect couple, and then she said that she hopes everything works out. i thought she knew a bit about what was going on, and that she would tell you and make me really miserable. but i didn't know that she was just saying that as a good-luck type of thing. please, Amy. listen to me."

"I'm done listening to you. do you even realize how long i've been listening to your apologies and your explanations only to give in and forgive you and give you another chance in the end?"

"Yes, i do. and it's not your fault, but they're my friends, Amy. they are the ones who gave me a life. we hang together, and do a-z together. then they just threw a bet at me, and well....i accepted."

"So you're picking your 'boys' over me, your girlfriend, or should i say ex-girlfriend?"

"What? Amy, you can't leave me. i've fallen in love with you, something that i promised i wouldn't do."

"Then do you pick your boys, or do you pick me?"

"What?! Amy, you're making my life worse on purpose."

"Choose one. i'm not waiting forever, you know."

"But..."

"I'll consider being your girl when you make your decision." Amy turned around and walked toward the deli. she put a hand on the door and had only opened it when Anthony stopped her.

"Wait. i've made my decision." Amy let go of the door and looked at Anthony, finding the tears in his eyes.

"I'm picking my boys." he said softly.

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