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Carmen//

I run up the stairs floor after floor.
I don't know what wrong with me why do I feel so happy. Why is someone putting in so much effort into me. Before I can answer my own question I'm on the fifth floor. I run as fast as I can down the hall way and open the Janitor closet door. He's not in here. HE'S NOT IN HERE! WHY ISN'T HE IN HERE, I WANNA SEE HIM! I yelled I covered my mouth as fast as ever. I waited a moment, I didn't here any nurses coming so I went into the closet and closed the door behind me. There was an envelope taped to the mop handle. I pulled it off and opened it, the note read.

    "I bet I could run faster than you."
        "activities floor"

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