Jennie is writing me a little card. I can tell because when I looked over at her in the mirror she was huddled over her desk and looked up guiltily. She has a terrible poker face.
She just sauntered over, whistling awkwardly. She doesn't even feign being sneaky now.
"Which bag are you taking so I can put this thing you don't know that I'm putting in your bag in your bag".
I don't care that subtlety has been eliminated. I still love that I get the little cards.
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