they used to be prettier, or at least more kawaii. not that it's expected, but teenage hormones need fixations of whatever sort, random targeting and laws of probability dictate my unfortunate involvement.
this one turns up at my bus stop some mornings. why can't they stick to leaving cutesy notes like they used to? but i suppose that's so done.
what really bothers me is the presumption of familiarity.
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