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Dear Beatrice, how are you? The other day I saw you again at school, I smile and you smiled me back. I don't know if you remember. Here, that's me. The one with the crazy hair: Leo. I am writing because I want to be with you in this moment. I don't know what to say in certain circumstances. If I don't pretend to know that you're sick, if I have to pretend that I don't like you ... Well, I can...