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Dear First Love, You were sick today. You missed a basketball match because of it, and seemed really sad about that when I talked to you on the phone. So I went over to your house with some homemade cupcakes. I think that I forgot to sift the flour when I baked it, and may have cooked it for a little too long, so it might taste terrible. But it’s the thought that counts, right? Unless I poison you with those cupcakes. Then I think that only the hospital bill counts. If you do end up going to the hospital for food poisoning or something from my cupcakes... I’ll cover the bill. You really did look sick. Your face was really pale and your voice sounded hoarse. It made me feel sad to see you in that state. After that, I forced you to lie down - you insisted you wouldn’t unless you could li
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