It All Started With a Cup of Coffee
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You looked different today. You wore your red beanie instead of your usual black one. I smiled at you and you smiled back. I think I cried inside. I was so happy it was hard to contain my excitement. It's 8 o ' clock and I should probably go to school or else I'll be late. But I love your presence. Your so beautiful i wish i could stay longer and admire you.
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