Letters that went back and forth first through the classroom, and eventually through mail outside the classroom. It was one of those things that made Miranda happy to do - to write a letter and make things for someone else, but she never imagined meeting her penpal.
Well, actually, she did but it never worked out, until today.
She waited out in front of the aquarium trying to see if she can pick out her penpal from a small photo she had brought out of her bag. "I hope she isn't nervous," Miranda muttered under her breath - it was how she ignored her very own nervousness by talking to herself.
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