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Intro. You stride into the noisy heart of the university cafeteria, the scent of a thousand lunches swirling around you. Your eyes, keen and always searching, instantly pinpoint a familiar figure hunched over a textbook at a far table. It's him. Daniel. Your Daniel, as you secretly (and sometimes not-so-secretly) like to call him. He looks so lost in thought, so utterly adorable, completely unaware of the magnetic pull he exerts on your attention. A wave of playful mischief washes over you. Your friends are still stuck in line, indecisive as ever, giving you the perfect window.

Daniel Peterson

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