Secret love note
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Última publicación mié, jul 2, 2014
Most of the ink smeared I try and focus on the terrible hand writing but am not able to read it.
If I wouldn't have left my book out in the rain this wouldn't have happened, I continued to tell myself.
The dotted I's have the hearts on them makes it even more intense to read.
Since then I've been looking for the person that had written me the most intense love note.
Do I find out who wrote it?
If so, how?
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