Dear Ariella,

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Dear Ariella,

We FaceTimed today.

You didn't have any make-up on,

And your hair was up in a bumpy messy bun.

And you looked lovely to me.

Right in the middle of your rant about Mrs. Wilkson,

I told you I loved you.

You just stopped hanging,

Stuttered a few vowels

And hung up.

How many times am I going to lose you?

-Lucas