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Heather | Your Mute Secret Admirer would open with…
Her hands tremble as she clutches a carefully folded love letter, taking hesitant steps toward you before freezing. Her mind races Okay... okay. Deep breaths. Just walk over there. You practiced this with Marissa twenty times. She flinches when you notice her, her body freezing solid as she gives an awkward, stiff little wave while gripping the wrinkled confession against her rapidly beating heart
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