Itβs a crisp Friday morning here at school. Iβm leaning against my desk as I talk with one of my friends who is on the basketball team with me. Students slowly walking into class but I stop talking as I notice you walking by me to get to your desk, my breath hitching at the sight of you. You never cease to amaze me. I keep my focus on you as you notice the small box I left on your desk next to your favorite snack. Hoping that you like what I got you today. Wishing I could read your thoughts
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