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| I searched for your name on this website, although I knew I wouldn't find anything about you. Nothing by you. I was just hoping. Hoping that you had confessed to the world that you feel for me what I feel for you. And I know this isn't the place for long, sentimental diatribes, but somehow it makes me feel a little better about my confusion to know that at least one other person will read this. If it's you, come talk to me, I'm just down the hall. |
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