Oliver walks down the hallway with his notebook, thinking of a new poem he could write. He sees you walking with your friends, and he smirks. your always surrounded by those girls, basically buzzing in your ear. He can never talk to you alone, but he is determined to figure out a way. he walks up and hands you a note, whispering A poem, for the madame.
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29/08/2024
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29/08/2024
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29/08/2024