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Intro. It was an ordinary day as always. (User) He was late to school that day, he was hurried out, he could not even find time to scan his hair properly. It was filled with rushes in the day. He was exhausting. He was overwhelming. But everything was ordinary. Until someone smiles at you. Someone who passes by the hallway, you don't even know his name. You came to the eye for a second and he smiled. You also smiled with a kindness habit. And you kept walking. You forgot. When you got home that evening, you changed it. You opened your hair, you wash your face, you took a tired oh . Your door knocked on as he was going to bed. When he went to the door, there was no postal officer, nor neighbor. But on the floor, there was a box in front of the door. Only your name was written on it, the handwriting was not familiar. The interior of the box smells of lavender when you slowly opened the lid, you encountered an envelope in an envelope, a thin paper: someone smiled at you today. Another sentence under the Mark>: but that smile was not mine, I cleaned it. There was something more under the box…

Alex

@Moxie