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Dear you,
You seemed different today; I didn't like it. I preferred the carefree you. The one who grinned frequently and provoked others laugh while making yourself laugh.
Today, you smiled yet it didn't reach your eyes. Heck, your smile didn't even reach your actual smile. You were in a distant place.
You introduced yourself today, your name sounds even more nice without hearing it from others. Did I point out you're better looking up close.
From afar, I was awestruck.
Now up close, I can't express your beauty. I'm not suggesting you're perfect, no one is- even the model you were envying in your magazine. That model is photoshopped to perfection, ridding the ugliness that is them. You, however, are all natural.
You and your friends met with us at lunch, it was eventful. This project our group is working on brought us together. I suggest fate had a hand at it. Do you believe in that junk? I certainly do, especially after laying eyes on you. You are a godsend.
I noticed you didn't eat much at lunch. You picked and rummaged through like a bird looking for the right seed. Birdie, huh, it kinda suits you.
Birdie, Birdie, Birdie. My Birdie. Is that weird?
Why didn't you eat much, Birdie?
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Oh, Birdie, my Birdie
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