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It didn't really matter how many times it happened in a week, or a month, you were never expecting it.​ It was always an adorable surprise. So that morning, when you entered the classroom with a mess of grammar and equations floating around on your mind, the big box waiting on your desk surprised you yet again. Your classmates were all standing around the desk and whispering to each other, calling out for you to open it. It was already known in your class that any time during the day, you'd be bumping on presents or letters from someone as dear as they were secretive. There wasn't a name to the gestures, only a letter. You were okay w