P is for... Polite

Polite

Marcie politely knocked on Charlie Brown's door.

He politely answered.

She politely asked to come in.

They politely sat down.

She politely told him that she loved him more than anyone and would do anything for him.

Charlie Brown thought about it, then he politely told her that although she was a great friend, he loved another girl more.

Marcie politely got up, said goodbye, and walked out the door.

She politely walked home, where she went up to her room and cried.

Marcie learned that love was something you could never be polite about.

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