Sweet Escape
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I asked for a sweet escape, but instead I received a a secret admirer with a note and a cupcake.
"I dont need oxygen anymore not as long as i have you."
~S.m
So now I stand here every morning with a new note and a sweet cupcake in my hand, wondering if this is the escape i had asked for.
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