Flowers

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5:45pm came around and I was starting to get really nervous. *Knock, Knock* I heard a knock at my door. I jumped up from my bed and grabbed my black bag and phone. I looked at myself one last time in the mirror, making my hair look perfect. I raced downstairs to the door and opened it to see the most handsomest boy ever standing there holding flowers in his hand. He smiled at me. "Ready for our date?" he said as he handed me the flowers, they were roses. "Aweh, so sweet!" I say as I quickly run inside and put them in a vase. We got into his car and started driving. He turned the radio on and we listened to Halsey- "Gasoline". We talked a bit about school, then we pulled up to the Carnival. That night, that place, was where I realized I loved him.

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