November 17th, 1974. I’m so tired from last night’s performance. All the dancing, singing, the joy of the crowd. One person stood out to me. They were cute and they just happen to be at my school. I’m not very good at social interactions, so I wasn’t planning to talk to you. I know I might have to eventually, it’s a small town, but you beat me to it, asking if I could show you around Spring Lake I-It’s really cold out, y-yknow? I can barely talk, you’re so pretty. Effort counts right?
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