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[Classic incognito message, with the picture blocked out and everything; he even makes an attempt to disguise his handwriting, which he forgets after the first three words.]

Say you want to ask a girl out. How do you go about doing that?

Girls like flowers, right?

[See, there's actually a lot of consideration that goes into this. For a guy with a faulty brain-to-mouth filter and a do-or-die attitude, the amount of waffling here is...strange, maybe. But everyone's a walking contradiction. He has some ideas, along with maybe ten different speeches that he's mentally mapped out over the past three years and never planned on actually using, but second- and third-guessing himself leads to this pandering for advice...thing. He's pretty sure it's lame, but... It couldn't hurt, right?

Okay, so maybe he's just procrastinating.]

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[Anonymous dweebiness aside, Jean goes about his day as usual. Training at the Battle Dome; going to school; taking care of his horse at the stables, and taking him out for a ride into the woods; and checking the General Store for some...supplies, art supplies. Don't ask, don't tell.]

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[Someone who's anonymous, at that.]

See, if you get a chance you might as well take it. [He's...still trying to convince himself that this is a good idea. Although he's more worried about rejection than a relationship cut short by the whims of this world. One step at a time.]

You can be with someone you like and be happy for a little while, and yeah it'll suck when they leave. Or it'll suck for them when you leave. But if you don't even try, you're probably just gonna drive yourself crazy wondering what it might have been like. [Right?]

[They'd gotten sidetracked away from some of the niceties, yes. Her picture still shows in the journal window, though, for what that helps.

There's no response for awhile. When it comes, it's not quite what she'd expected to find herself saying.]

Yeah. I wouldn't want to be left wondering what might have happened forever. [You'd think she'd be saying that with sarcasm, but this time, she's not. She's realizing it's exactly what she's done, more or less despite herself: go for it even if it is temporary and hopeless.]

My advice might not be worth much since I don't know what the hell I'm doing either, but I say go for it. Who knows, the guy you've got your eye on could be thinking the same thing. And if he doesn't [a bit of a pause, not that it will show in a written note] at least you tried.

[And that bit of closure will be worth all the bitter disappointment and shame of rejection, right? Maybe...]

[At least she tried, and at least she humiliated herself, in that case. For once Daria censors the comment before she makes it.]

Let me know how it works out. [Be a good example. Or something like that.]

Why does it matter to you? You don't even know me.

If you don't want to say anything, don't. I'm just curious. [Mostly to get up some courage herself, if it does happen to go well.]

Ok ok sure I'll let you know. Just because it sounds like we're in the same boat and all. [But he'll probably forget, to be honest.]

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