I don’t see her again until the final bell rings. Even through the rush of boring people, I spot her beauty.


    I can smell the lavender even stronger than this morning.


    It’s getting stronger?


    My nose is on fire what the fu-


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    “Hey…you don’t know me but I’m new here,”


    What.


    The.


    Actual.


    Fu–


    “You don’t have to say anything,” she smiles and giggles a bit, her eyes turn into cute crescents when she smiles.


    Her voice is husky and a bit low. My lovely is an alto. I smile internally at the thought of hearing this angel sing.