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February 14, 2005
Ugly, old Mrs. Haworth. The rose was not as sweet. It had only been a week but the transformation was astronomical. She broke my heart.

I resolved then and there, as Phlox began to fade into the crowd that I wasn't going to be left behind again. She had to know how I felt about her. I couldn't let her go. It was love. That pure, childish emotion that I felt for Ms. Edgerly was back now, in shining new form. I refused to let it slip away. This time, I was going to be in control. The pursuit began.