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June 8, 2009
Painting her name on the wall in the lane would be the best way to show her how he felt about her. Trudy walked home from school along this lane every day, and when she saw her name with the heart next to it, she’d surely have to be swept off her feet by his public acknowledgement. And friends who saw it would be talking about it too. Then there would be no doubt.

Lost in his task of love, he didn’t realise the presence of someone behind him until he heard the deep voice, “Graffiti’s illegal you know, son.”