Thirty Six
THINKING ABOUT YOU Nova had just opened her locker to take out her history textbook when a note fell out. The sight of the familiar pale blue paper tugged at her heartstrings. Roses are red Violets are blue I just want to say I'm sorry And I can't stop thinking about you Before she knew it, she was smiling. But on the off-chance that he was watching from somewhere, she composed her face into a neutral expression and shut her locker. Taking her usual place in History class, she felt her phone vibrate and turned the screen on to see a new email notification. He'd attached an image this time, with a caption. The picture was of a table stacked with books upon books in an utterly messy manner, scribbled pages scattered everywhere. And the caption — [S
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