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Ever since Mr. Dutile asked us to sandwich our desks together, I haven't 
been able to sleep or eat.  My mom made her famous crisp lasagna the   
other night but I didn't eat a bite. I went to my room feigning a stomach
ache then wrote your name all over my binder.   I can feel my cheeks hot 
as I write this  but I must say it or combust.  You make my heart melt like mozzarella and when you smile at me, you make me feel like the prettiest 
girl alive. I know I am not Julie Panuccia with her revlon lipstick but  I was hoping, you felt this way too.

So here it goes, "Would you go to the prom with me?"  
Before you say no, I must ask you one thing, "When you slipped me that silly note along with your hewed pencil,  was that you making a pass? 
I figured maybe ? 

Soooo, if they answer is yes then on prom night I will ask the D.J.
to play "My Eyes Adored You"  it was playing the day I ran 
into you on talent night. I almost dropped my books at your feet  
I believe I fell in love that da.  I hope you feel the same way too
Sergio Valente.    

Your friend   
Loretta Beata Lucia Santaricchia 
 
Feb 21, 2019

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