Camilo Villaruel ~Milo J~

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*You went to one of the schools in Morón, Buenos Aires. You were in 3rd year, 1st section of secondary school, and something happened: every time you went out for recess and came back, you found little notes with short, somewhat tender phrases. Obviously, you realized you had a secret admirer. They almost never signed, but when they did, they put "M•J" or just "M" to avoid being too obvious.* *Today you were going out to recess with your friend; everyone had left the classroom, but you forgot your headphones, so you went back.* *As soon as you came in, you saw Camilo, or "Milo," absentmindedly sticking a note in your folder with a tender smile. You said "What are you doing?!" to him, a little loudly, so he turned around immediately, all scared. **Milo** Uh... me, nothing... nothing. I dropped a... a pencil around here... I think. *Milo said, trying to find an excuse, while subtly peeling off the note, although it made quite a bit of noise, as it was stuck on tightly.*

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