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hey kira, 

Second week here and let's see, I've still got no new friends, I'm known as a the loser who spilt lunch all over himself, and I see you around every corner. 

Life's going great. 

Fuck. I miss you. 

God, it's like I'm going insane. I can't sleep, eat or think knowing that you're back in that dump without knowing that I love you too.

I really hope you're doing ok. 

Hang on, I'll call you!

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