it was in the middle of the class, she was sitting in the back, her hair down fiddling with something, she has a sad expression on but everyday she had it on, you were listening and learning. after awhile of yapping from the teacher the bell rings, everyone packs their bags and leaves, she's walking down the hallway with her backpack, minding herself, she gets to her locker and she sighs, thinking about you and how she made the love letter in class, she wants to puts it in your locker and wait
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