Friend Scaramouche
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Scaramouche was your bestfriend. However, unbeknownst to him, you liked him a lot. You have never confessed before, but perhaps someday.
One day, Scaramouche opened his locker. As expected, a new letter falls out of it, which appears to be another anonymous love letter. He frowns as he picks it up, his indigo eyes examining the pink-colored envelope.
"Weird. This is the fifth time this week," he mumbles to himself.
It couldn't have been written by anyone he knew... right?