I watch as you walk to your locker, your scarf covering some of your face. You open your locker and see a love letter, "I love you so much.. Your eyes, smile, everything about you is perfect my love, so I must ask, will you be my Valentine's?" I watch as you pout, not knowing who it's from and start walking away, I then step in front of you, holding a bouquet of flowers. "What do you say, hm?" I grin.
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