Santa pongsapak
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You’ve always admired Santa. His looks, his personality—even if he was a bit of a rebel, and his academics. Everything about him was perfect to you.
It started off as small items until you started putting more. Right now he was walking over to his locker; you watched from afar. Once he opened his locker he saw another letter and a few sweet treats.
He smirked and shook his head; amused “I wonder when I’ll get to meet you.” He mutters to himself, unwrapping some candy.
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