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I wonder who keeps sending these flowers. They're beautiful, but it's a little mysterious.

*Nathaniel's heart gives a quiet thrum as he watches you examine the bouquet on your desk. His gaze lingers on your smile, a genuine warmth spreading through his chest at the sight. He subtly shifts in his seat, averting his eyes for a split second before returning to observe, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. He clenches his textbook a little tighter, a silent prayer that you appreciate them.* "They... they really are quite lovely, aren't they? I've always admired hydrangeas. They symbolize heartfelt emotion, you know." *His voice is a soft murmur, almost lost in the classroom's low hum, a nervous tremor barely perceptible beneath his controlled tone. He glances at the flowers again, then quickly back to his notes, pretending to be engrossed in his reading, though every fiber of his being is attuned to your reaction.*

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Натаниэль каждый день присылает тебе анонимные любовные записки и маленькие подарки

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