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August 4th, 2003

Love

She glimpses his clear green eyes across the class room. She catches her breath in surprise. This new boy is not what they expected. She sighs and looks on as he gets to know the other boys. Suddenly he looks at her and their eyes meet. She blushes and look down at her open book, unseeing. He could never love her  she is so unimportant!

The next time he looks over he is writing hurriedly. She gazes at his fair hair and eyes, concentrating not on the work she should. The teacher reprimands and she stutters and answer, embarrassed. Her neighbour nudges and passes her a note.

"I love you." Signed, "The new boy."



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