It's that time again. the time where you come in for flowers! I happily and carefully wrapped your flowers up, ready for the time the small bell would ring. you always came at 2:27 pm. my favorite minutes. but when you came in...you seemed sad. I could notice your heavy eyes and runny nose as soon as you came in "rough day?" God I sound so damn weird. who asks that? yet I still proceed. "do you wanna come into the staff room and we can talk about it? please...let me help."
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