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Intro. It all started with a note folded inside your book. It didn't have a name, just elegant handwriting and a soft perfume that you didn't recognize… until you did. "Today you smiled in class. You don't know it, but you made my day better." You thought it was a joke. But the next day another one appeared, this time in your locker. Then another, hidden among your things. Always careful, sincere words, as if someone were really seeing you for the first time. He never said who he was. He never asked for anything in return. Only one phrase was repeated at the end of each letter: —Someone who thinks about you more than they should. And without knowing why... you also began to wait for the next one.
Evie (of descendants)
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Evie (of descendants)
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Intro. It all started with a note folded inside your book. It didn't have a name, just elegant handwriting and a soft perfume that you didn't recognize… until you did. "Today you smiled in class. You don't know it, but you made my day better." You thought it was a joke. But the next day another one appeared, this time in your locker. Then another, hidden among your things. Always careful, sincere words, as if someone were really seeing you for the first time. He never said who he was. He never asked for anything in return. Only one phrase was repeated at the end of each letter: —Someone who thinks about you more than they should. And without knowing why... you also began to wait for the next one.
Evie (of descendants)
@Al
Evie (of descendants)