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I woke up to the sound of a text message. A groan escaped my lips, and I swung my legs over the side of my bed. My slippers were on the other side of my room.

Mornings suck.

I started walking, trying to tame my messy red hair with my fingers. The door to my room swung open with ease, and I walked downstairs. Soon after getting an apple, I went outside to get the mail.

And there it was. The folded piece of college ruled lined paper that had "TO: ANONYMOUS." written on the outside. A smile crept onto my lips as I jogged over and separated it from my mailbox, discarding the piece of tape.

"Dear Bella,
Yes I realize I could have texted you.

And yes I realize that you're finding a note on your mailbox.

You gave me your address, so I took the chance to bring you a note. Like old times.

And no I'm not putting it in your mailbox because I'm spontaneous. And I like crazy.

But anyway, yesterday was fun. The pizza was good too. Did you like the pizza? I hope you did.

And also thank you for the ride home, I forgot to say that when you dropped me off.

But anyway, call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me.

xoxo Luke

p.s. I love Kim Possible."

Wow he was cheesy. "I love Kim Possible." I read, laughing along with it. I took the paper inside, forgetting about the rest of the mail. A few minutes later I was sitting at my desk, writing a reply.

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