02:58 pm
So, I think I have a stalker.
I know, I know, it sounds completely crazy. But I got home from class the other day and found this basket of stuff waiting for me, without a note or anything. At first I thought it was my mom, you know? It's totally like her to send a care package or something to remind me of home. But there was a freaking Tiffany bracelet in there, and there's no way Mom can afford to randomly drop that kind of money on one (admittedly gorgeous) piece of jewelry. Just to be sure, I called her and she had no clue what I was talking about.
Therefore, I think it's a stalker. There were muffins in the basket, my favorite kind, and there was a poppy in it too. Poppies are my favorite flower, and also my birth-month flower, and who would know that? It's not like I go around telling people my preferences in jewelry, baked goods, and flowers. This is kind of creepy!
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