February 26, 2035
Monday

Dear diary,

So, somebody has been putting random things on my table.

Random, weird things.

Like, four kisses.

Minsan naman, rubix cube.

And then, lately, paper crane.

Kanina, I had a snow globe.

Weird.

But thoughtful.

It's as if the person knows me well.

A little too well.

Feeling weirded out,

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