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>>835749I can't saar, i need stay outside like for an hour
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>Oh boy… Oh boy oh boy… Miss Thavel… Where do I even begin? Maybe stating off the fact how beautiful and smart you are. My dear, my sunshine, Miss Thavel. With every step you take into the classroom, my heart can’t help but play in rhythm along with your steps on the hardwood of your classroom. Oh man… This is just so… With every word you speak, my world suddenly turns to flowers and angels singing out with their majestic voices. Speaking of angels, my angel, my Miss Thavel… Queen of beauty… You’re like no one before. Your grandiose, admiring, stunning figure… Oh boy… I can only feel like a peasant… Kneeling down before my beloved queen. Boy oh boy… How lovely you are… Miss Thavel… Whenever you teach the students of Fundamental Paper Education the ways of literature. You… You… Heh… Can’t seem to get the right words, huh? Oh Miss Thavel… Just stating that you are a mere teacher… I can’t stand that. You are more than that. You turn moody gray clouds into golden pillows. You lighten thousands of minds with your sayings. You resonate your beautiful voice around the classrooms. Oh boy oh boy… Miss Thavel, huh? She’s everything. She is my everything. My life. My love. My sunshine. My only sunshine. How do I say this? How do I? I just… I just can’t… Oh Miss Thavel… Your beauty always leaves me speechless. If I could… If I could just… Huh… Oh boy… If I could just take your hand… And place my lips softly on your hand… That would… Heh… But I’m guessing I’m getting too corny, huh? Oh Thavel… If you had thousands and thousands of admirers, I would be one of them. If you had a singular admirer, I would be that one admirer. If you had none… Then… Poof. I do not exist. My life, my love, Miss Thavel…