Dear Smokey Smokerson,
Wow. You really took my breath away. Literally! When you go close to me after my PoliSci class night I just couldn't believe my luck! I know I made it look as though I was just waiting to talk to our professor, but really I was just waiting to see if there would a moment where we would cross paths. I hoped for a subtle brush on my arm. I didn't even know that by being close to you I would feel such a rush, that I would feel so...high! I don't want to discount it as some sort of temporary euphoria, when really, it was fate! Fate was telling me that you were the man of my dreams! The way you stared at me with those bloodshot eyes was more than a girl could ask for. It made my toes curl. After you I walked (somewhat briskly) away I felt the drain of missing you slowly start to hit. Maybe next week will be our moment! Although I must implore you, this time when I tell you to get your smoke infested breath away from me, just take that as a sign that I was being coy! I don't want to be too easy of a catch!
Oh and btw if next time you come in too close to me you feel a slight electric sensation, don't worry. That's just my taser doing it's job.
Kisses!
Maren
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