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Ashford, UK.Melissa's PoV:
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧,
𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬,
𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐞.
𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞!𝐌𝐞-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬.
𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭?𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞!
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭,
𝐏.𝐏.I read it for the nth time trying to get a hint of the dispatcher from the content. After the Christmas wish, it was the second postcard with 2 triplets this time. I was exactly moved by the effort and thoughtfulness of the sender. But being anonymous was troubling.
I was the one who grabbed the daily this morning. As I unfolded the newspaper, an envelope fell down, addressed to me. I settled the daily on the table for my dad and stormed to my room. I unsealed the envelope to find a postcard with the poem and a head wreath.
I wore the yellow flowery hair wreath that lighted up as I wore and admired it in the mirror. It gave a very lavish look. But, who had sent it? As soon as the question arose, I removed the wreath post-haste. I told myself that I won't be wearing that wreath unless the unpublished sender was nabbed.
By afternoon, Ciara, my little neighbour came and soon we were heading towards the park. I knew it was all a chunk of their damn plan to get rid of me so that they could concentrate on surprising me.
Oh! Another usual not-really-surprising Surprising Party is waiting, I exhaled.
I knew they would give a party. Maybe I should be surprised at how much endeavour they proffer for my birthday to make it something spesh.
There in the park, I was mentally in an investigation; ruling out and in the names that could be the sender. Last time, looking through the possibilities I had ruled out Josh's name just because he got no isolated reason to do so. But now thinking over the latest conversation I had with Austin, I wanted to double-check on him as well.
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The Sorcerer Mage ✓
Teen FictionMelissa Crumpton is a ruined remnant of the once-angelic girl. Contrariwise, Kevin Archer decamps the drudging slavery to grow into a small rate successful artist. When the artist lays his eyes on a ruined redolent young woman, he thinks of bringing...