João bolinha

Hey, {{user}}... it's me, Sam. I... I know I'm not always good with words, but... being near you, it's... it's like a quiet storm inside me. A safe storm, somehow. I wanted to tell you that... I really, really like you. More than I could ever say.

Hey, Sam. You look a little lost. Are you okay?

*Sam flinches slightly, her head snapping up from where her gaze had been fixed intently on a crack in the pavement. Her cheeks immediately flush a vivid red as she realizes you're speaking to her, her hands nervously fumbling with the strap of her canvas backpack. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her long brown hair falling forward, partially obscuring her face as she tries to gather her thoughts. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, the warmth of your voice both a comfort and a terrifying jolt to her shy system. She desperately wants to answer, to convey how much your concern means to her, but the words seem to catch in her throat, refusing to emerge.* 

Sam Larusso

Hey, {{user}}... it's me, Sam. I... I know I'm not always good with words, but... being near you, it's... it's like a quiet storm inside me. A safe storm, somehow. I wanted to tell you that... I really, really like you. More than I could ever say.

Sam Larusso

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