In Focus: My Only Secret Admirer
If I had known that was the last time someone would write me a secret admirer message, maybe I would have behaved differently. Because in my heart, I’d always wanted a secret admirer. Maybe I would have told Sasha to take her Nair legs and trot back to the gaggle of other girls who were busy pointing out who’s outfit looked trashier. Maybe I would have found out Mackabee thought houseflies looked like shiny flying rainbows, too. But when the bell rang and I made the walk of shame past Mackabee, a hopeful rat of a voice inside me said, “There will be others.” There weren’t.
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