Day one. A note that brightened her day, slipped into her locker.
Day two. A daisy chain left on her desk.
Day five. A poem cunningly left in a textbook.
Day ten. A box of chocolates, snuck into her bag.
Everyday. Another note that made her smile and laugh so much more real.
Day fifty. Another note, slipped through her house’s letterbox. Somehow, she didn’t mind.
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Too many ideas.
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A Little Book of One-Shots
Novela JuvenilI'm an amazing procrastinator. FACT. I'm horrific at time management. FACT. None of my ideas will ever be completed unless they're purposefully left unfinished. FACT (most of the time). I love that cover. FACT.
