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Dear Prischelle,

I am planning to write my journal tonight but when I saw you getting inside the emergency exit, I grab my pen and journal. I thought there's so many people in the elevator so you decided to take the stairs, but I was wrong.

You sat and open a medium size notebook and write while eating. Uhm, maybe making an essay?

By the way, you look so cute while doing that. I like how your cheeks would look like a bubble while munching.

I stilled when you lift your head up and look at my direction. I would like to look at you but I couldn't. Damn, why?! I feel like my cheeks heated right now so I caught purposely so it won't be embarrassing.

What are you doing there, by the way?

—Kaizen

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