May 19, 2009
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I can’t stop thinking about him. Oh shoot, he just saw me looking at him. Now what? I probably seem like a stalker. He sits next to me in math class. If only he knew how I really felt about him. He’ll never understand and I’ll never get a chance. He’s mouthing something…

“Pizza tonight?”

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