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I think I'm in love with you.

What?

Yeah, well, I think I was a special case.This Holly is no Robin Scherbatsky.What is the deal with her hair? I mean, news flash: They make conditioners that don't leave a buildup.I'm so bad.

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Look, it's been a while since Ted really liked someone.He's clearly got a lot of crazy stored up.We just we thought we'd get him to say "I love you" before he makes contact with this girl.

And you can tell it's on the way.He's exhibiting all the telltale signs.

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Yeah.One: He joked about getting married.

"You like architecture? We should get married."Ha-ha.LOL.Just kidding.Question mark?"

Two: He made a crazy way too soon trip suggestion.

"I like beer, too."We should totally go to Germany together."LOL.JK.LOL."

And three: He got way too personal way too soon.

"Yeah, my parents got divorced a couple years back."It was really tough."LOL"

And he clearly doesn't know what LOL means.

Yeah, but here's the real problem.Ted wasn't saying "I love you" as easily as we thought he would.

Then we met Stan.

Why are you making so much noise, man?

So we explained everything to him, and when we were done, something amazing happened.

Why don't you tell Ted that just knowing he's out there, thinking about you, caring about you, makes you feel safe? So, all your fears, all your yesterdays wash away, and only hope remains in the promise of his embrace.

Go, Stan.Who is this guy?

A security guard who works nights.

He eats lunch at MacLaren's every day.

And he wasn't done.

Not by a long shot.

by a long shot â‘΂É

You make me thank God for every mistake I ever made because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.

That's really nice, man.

Whatever.It's okay.

And when we finally come together, I want you to hold me.

Hold me all night.Stroke my hair.Tell me I'm a woman and show me you're a man.Until there there was only now.You and I and now.

You want me to text that to Ted.I know that.

"I do not ask of the night explanations."I wait for it, and it envelops me, "and so you and bread "and light and shadow are."

That's Pablo Neruda.

I don't know what bread was doing in there, but that touched me here and here.

Well, if Ted won't say it, I will.I love you.

That's cool.

Still nothing, huh?

Maybe he's not in love with us.

How can he not be in love with us? We're everything he's looking for.

I don't get men.

Got to head to work.

Will you be Will you be back?

I'll be back when the wind and fates and chance bring me back.Which will be tomorrow.It's cheese steak day.

It sounds like you were all over this guy.Hope his girlfriend didn't get jealous.Did he mention a girlfriend or?

It was all going great until Marshall sent Ted a text meant for Lily and ruined everything.

It doesn't matter.Okay? It's over now.I got to get going, but here's what's gonna happen: You're going to call him right now, tell him what you did, and apologize.You got it?

Or

Holly explained everything.It was all just a misunderstanding.Everything's great now.

Really?

How did Holly explain her way out of that one?

Apparently, her dumb friend Marsha accidentally used her phone to text her husband Billy.

Marsha and Billy.No one sprained any muscles there.

And now we are better than ever.Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I think I might actually be falling for this girl.

You're falling for Barney and Marshall.

What?

They didn't believe that you could wait the 3 days, so Barney changed her number in your phone to his work cell.Holly is Barney and Marshall.

Wait.That whole time it was them? So Holly wasn't in the bath? Or sitting by her window, looking up at the stars, thinking about me? Or lounging in her old cheerleader uniform reading architecture magazines?

lounging •’i’…—p‚Ě

Yeah.I don't think they actually did those things.They were just at the bar.

Right.

But, it was them.

Unbelievable.

I know.So you might as well tell them you're on to them.

Or I text them something that will really mess with their heads.

Oh, I gotcha.How about "I haven't told any of my friends yet, but I only have three months to live"?

Not bad.How about "I once killed a man with a shovel, and those feelings are creeping up again"?

I liked that thing someone said before about having three months to live.

How about "I never told anyone this, but I slept with my best friend's mom"?

That is good, but I feel like we keep coming back to that three months to live thing.

Wait.I think I got it.

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