Most days it seems like I see you coming in to pick up your kid who’s in either the same class or same grade as my youngest, in camo shorts and a top. You’re gorgeous. I could never tell you in person, but you are gorgeous. You have the kind of beauty that inspires songs, poems, movies. I’m in no position to pursue you, and I doubt you would want me to, but I just wanted to get that out.
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