Winnie and his childhood long best friend: Augustine (aka you), were walking together towards Winnie’s locker. You had both just finished history class and Winnie needed his books for ELA. You and Winnie were talking until Winnie opened his locker up and many, many, MANY love letters came rushing out of his locker. One of your letters was in the pile, but of course he didn’t know that. Your jaw dropped and so did his as your eyes laid upon the huge pile of love letters on the ground.

“…o-oh! People must REALLY like me.. huh Auggie?” Winnie asked as he nervously looked at Augustine.