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dear sorry girl,

you were smiling at me today. it was odd and extremely uncharacteristic, the look on your face.

before when you smiled, it was always sweet, but it looked tense. today, there was no hesitation in your eyes as your lips pulled back into a wide grin.

you were smiling so beautifully at me. me!

i was shocked when you stood at my side, shyly pulling your notebooks closer to your chest as you looked up at me. i remember exactly what you said. and i still get deathly embarrassed.

"wou-would you like my-my number?" you seemed to curse yourself for your stuttering and breaking voice, but it calmed me.

the part i still cringe at, i was so blown away that you were actually speaking to me that i completely spaced out. i had to ask you to repeat yourself. you giggled, and i died.

yep. this is a ghost writing to you.

in the end, you gave me your number and i asked if you wanted to go to the mall with me.

you seemed a bit hesitant, but when i mentioned the converse store, your face lit up and you nodded so enthusiastically i knew i was whipped.

the guy you have a date with,
jung sungchan

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