I put a glass of coffee aside and filled with the sparkle in my eyes. For the first time, I thought it would be rude to tell her what had happened to me. In spite of the fact that she was carrying a box of flowers, I could n't help but notice that when I opened them, it was as if he were the most precious piece of bread, and I had no idea what to do with it. My heart sank into my chest. I love you, Ms. Mills. That 's the most important thing sitting on the table.
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