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Post by Alexia DeMarco on Apr 12, 2007 11:26:45 GMT 7
Lexi was walking down one of the corridors, heading for history class, and trying not to think of anything else. She had a lot on her mind about a certain person she had met in the hospital in New York a while back. After a week of thinking about it. she was feeling so guilty after she had yelled at Chuck, she finally felt she had to do something. So she had sent him a letter via the business department, and apologized, explaining that she had been in a lot of pain, and wasn't in the best of moods. Hoping she had done the right thing, she had gone back to her normal life.
But today, a note had appeared under her door in the dorm, and she didn't quite know what to do with it. It had said something very simple, but it just didn't make a lot of sense to her. She needed some time to think about it, and she really didn't want to think about any of it. She had the note in her backpack, she had been running a little late, and had read the note on the way over. Thinking that she may be her own worst enemy, she tries to put it out of her head, and concentrate on her upcoming class.
((feel free to make up something that would be in the note))
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