Forty One
BATSHIT CRAZY towintheheartofhart@gmail.com Alright. I know I asked you time to decide on when and how exactly I wanted us to meet. And isn't the spring formal coming up in two weeks? Be my date. (?) The butterflies took flight in her stomach, and Nova felt her pulse quicken, her breaths suddenly faltering. Was this really happening? Was it? After so long of wracking her mind on who John Doe could be? Obviously I wouldn't be able to pick you up from your house in the traditional way — and I'm really, really looking forward to the days in the future when I'd be able to do so — because I want the night to go perfectly, alright? :') so we'll meet face-to-face at school, on the night of the spring dance. You deserve the best, Nova Hart. And I'm going to make it one spectacu
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