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Angel was lying in her bed at night looking for her phone to check the messages.

But she remembered that the phone was in her backpack, so she straightened up and opened it, looking for it.

A little pink folded paper caught her eye, without thinking it was the unknown Mr. JK and she smiled.

She read the content of the note more than once with a smile on her face

❛ My letters are pink like my dreams about you, like your favorite color, like a ray that pierces my heart whenever I see you, like your blush when you are shy and when you laugh at your unknown lovelorn ❜

Her face is burning now, she really wants to know him.

Mr. JK has became a source of joy in her days.

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