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I awoke the next morning to a blaring alarm clock and spied a small piece of paper sticking out from under the locked door. Relieved that Patricia had already left for her class, and I was alone, I snatched up the paper, my heart running marathons.
It was a note folded in half on a piece of lavender-colored stationary. My name was scribbled on the outside.
OMG!! It was her!! She knows my name?!?
I tried to catch my breath and sat on the edge of my bed, summoning the courage to open it.
This couldn’t be from her...could it? I shook my head in disbelief, checking to make sure my room was still empty before I sniffed the paper. It smelled sweet and heady with the aroma of floral essential oils and cigar smoke. Even her stationary smells amazing, I marveled. I took a deep, lingering inh
