One secret. One criticism. One compliment. One love note. Lyrics to a song. How old you are. How long we've been friends (if we are). And a hint to who you are.
i'm jealous of people with nalgene bottles you don't think you're as pretty as you are you are fun to hang out with and you're pretty i don't like girls, so i'll pass on that "cheer up emo kid/it's a brand new day" 17 less than a year i broke your flip flops
One secret: I hate the way I love sometimes. One criticism: You're too physically self-conscious for someone so pretty. At least you seem to be, sometimes. One compliment: You're really, really fun. One love note: dear puja you're amazing love notpuja.
Lyrics to a song: Stacy, can I come over after school? We can hang around by the pool. Did your mom get back from her business trip? Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip? You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be. I'm all grown up now, baby; can't you see?
How old you are: 17. How long we've been friends (if we are): A year? A few years? Less or more than that. And a hint to who you are: I'm loud.
One secret: I love not wearing a bra. One criticism: Don't obsess over things, it's usually not worth it. One compliment: You are a genuinely sweet and warm-hearted person. One love note: I'm terrible at that, so I'll pass. Lyrics to a song: "I'll hide it under a blanket/ lull it to sleep." How old you are: 18 And a hint to who you are: I have brown eyes.
Secret: I hate everyone and I love everyone. I'm fairly serious and sure that's SOMETHING of a secret. Criticism: Your choral anal retentiveness can be unpleasant when I'm not in the mood. (but that's not really YOUR problem.) Compliment: You are extraordinarily devoted to what you believe in. (Chorus, for example.) Love note: Dear Puja: If I were someone else, I'd be all over you like white on rice. No. Again. Dear Puja: Sometimes I love you. And I think other people do too. Love: Anonymous Lyrics to a song: Amazing, Grace, how sweet, the sound, that saved, a wretch, like me... And once, was lost, but now, am found... Was blind, but now, I see. How Old, I Am, Hmm?: Seventeen, yes. How Long We Have Been Friends: Depends. Either: seven or three years. Hint: Hrh. Amazing Grace will do.
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you don't think you're as pretty as you are
you are fun to hang out with and you're pretty
i don't like girls, so i'll pass on that
"cheer up emo kid/it's a brand new day"
17
less than a year
i broke your flip flops
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One criticism: You're too physically self-conscious for someone so pretty. At least you seem to be, sometimes.
One compliment: You're really, really fun.
One love note: dear puja you're amazing love notpuja.
Lyrics to a song:
Stacy, can I come over after school?
We can hang around by the pool.
Did your mom get back from her business trip?
Is she there, or is she trying to give me the slip?
You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be.
I'm all grown up now, baby; can't you see?
How old you are: 17.
How long we've been friends (if we are): A year? A few years? Less or more than that.
And a hint to who you are: I'm loud.
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One criticism: Don't obsess over things, it's usually not worth it.
One compliment: You are a genuinely sweet and warm-hearted person.
One love note: I'm terrible at that, so I'll pass.
Lyrics to a song: "I'll hide it under a blanket/ lull it to sleep."
How old you are: 18
And a hint to who you are: I have brown eyes.
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I hate everyone and I love everyone. I'm fairly serious and sure that's SOMETHING of a secret.
Criticism:
Your choral anal retentiveness can be unpleasant when I'm not in the mood. (but that's not really YOUR problem.)
Compliment:
You are extraordinarily devoted to what you believe in. (Chorus, for example.)
Love note:
Dear Puja: If I were someone else, I'd be all over you like white on rice.
No. Again.
Dear Puja: Sometimes I love you. And I think other people do too.
Love: Anonymous
Lyrics to a song:
Amazing, Grace, how sweet, the sound, that saved, a wretch, like me... And once, was lost, but now, am found... Was blind, but now, I see.
How Old, I Am, Hmm?: Seventeen, yes.
How Long We Have Been Friends: Depends. Either: seven or three years.
Hint: Hrh. Amazing Grace will do.
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