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Corina Nina
We were neighbours. By the tenth, she fell madly in love with me. He told me no one would ever love me like he did. I laughed. He wrote me tons of letters that I didn't answer. I couldn't get past the glasses that made his eyes too small, or the stubborn pimples that conquered his face. Then he moved away, and I never heard from him again until one day I found him on Facebook. His warm smile was unique. I put up my best profile picture and sent him a friend request. He never got back to me.

Magdalena Daminescu
Get up, Ioan, don't sit around at the coffee shop, take the kids to school, hurry up and don't be late for the on-call report, who are we operating on today, what have they been operating on since yesterday, see that the pharmacy is out of antibiotics, get some from other wards, write, write everything you do, don't be impressed by the case in ward 5, run to the private, eat something in the car, maybe take a nap at the stop, consult patiently and with a smile on your face until evening, ring the phone, what else does my mother want, her thermostat broke, I have to stop by.
 
 Cecilia Fofiu
We've been smiling at each other a lot for a while now in the alley between the two high schools. Today, blushing, he slipped me a note and quickly left. Tomorrow at 5 p.m. at Timpuri Noi[1] neighbourhood. I adore Charlie Chaplin and excitedly, on the way home I fret about how to dress, to dust him off. I'm in a state of bliss, parading around the front of the Republica cinema. The bastard. How dare he do this to me, Miss Freshman? I'll do it tomorrow, in front of everyone, I promise. I didn't execute him. I'll meet you on Friday at the entrance to the Modern Times[2] Cinema.

(Translated by Florina Șamata / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)