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Dear Prischelle,

When I saw you getting inside the emergency exit, I quickly pulled my chair and my desk backwards. Our window is tinted. It's a double window and only one is opened. So I put myself behind the closed one.

I smiled secretly when I saw you looking inside our classroom. You keep on glancing as you were writing. Probably looking for me, huh?

I can't help but to chuckle when you pouted and write something again. This is the first time that I'm staring at you like this without worrying that you might caught me.

I feel....free and happy.

—Kaizen

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