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The girl sat at a small table in her room, staring out the window. She was waiting for someone to arrive and she was getting impatient. The sun had just set outside, casting long shadows across the floor of her room. She pulled her legs up onto the chair, crossing them at the ankles.

She looked around her room, it was a small space filled with all sorts of things that meant something to her. There were photos on the wall, some of her friends from school and others of places she had visited over the years. The bed took up most of one wall, it was covered in pillows and blankets in bright colors.

The girl picked up her pen and began writing again. She wrote about what she wanted to do with her life, how she wanted to travel the world and experience new things. But as she wrote, she couldn't help but think about the boy who was going to arrive soon. He made her feel things that no one else ever had, and she didn't know if she could handle it.