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I lied. I'm not out of this relationship. I'm in. I'm so in its humiliating because here I am begging. Okay, here it is. It's simple. Your choice. Her or me. And I'm sure she's really great, but Derek, I love you. In a really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside of your window, unfortunate way, that makes me hate you, love you.
So pick me. Choose me. Love me.
-Meredith Grey