First of all, human life is full of sorrows and hardships. So it is really fun to make everyone laugh and convey some message of joy. Our efforts are only to spread the fun among everyone. Above all, thank you for giving us the opportunity to enjoy this extraordinary laughter today through your hard work.

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The Compliment Thief
When I came back from work the sticky note was already on my front door. "You have the sweetest beard a bald man can wish for". It made me uneasy, suddenly conscious of all the headbanger dreams lost to a family curse. It made me laugh, remembering all those times a girl said my beard gave me a dreamy look. After all, it's just hair.

A note appears everywhere in town.
And the owner of the dog that peed in the square is afraid of finding one that says: "Your dog is the Picasso of the toilet bowls. Every puddle is an abstract masterpiece." 😆😆😆

En todas partes del pueblo aparece una nota.
Y el dueño del perro que orinó en la plaza tiene miedo de encontrarse una que diga: "Tu perro es el Picasso de los meaderos. Cada charco, es una obra maestra abstracta."😆😆😆

No matter how hard I tried to clean the red stain from the kitchen rug, it kept resurfacing over the bleach and the disinfectant.
"It has the shape of a crescent moon", I thought at that moment.
From a distance, I could hear the sirens of police cars and I had to leave the place in a hurry. The night began to threaten me, nipping at my heels, but no matter how fast I ran, I felt like I wasn't making any progress. Hours later - which felt like centuries - I finally made it home.
Breathless, I rested on the steps of the entrance to catch regain strength. It was then that I saw anonymous sticky notes right on the front door. I took one without thinking twice: "You smile beautifully like the moon. Like a crescent", read the note, and a red smile began to appear above the letters.

Since they were little, everyone had made fun of his nose. On one occasion, he had gone out in the rain with a lit cigarette in his mouth and it didn't go out. His nose served as a natural umbrella. However, when he found the note, he couldn't help but smile: "The ordinary is boring. The shape of your nose gives you grace and greatness".

She looked at him walk from one place to another, from door to door, held a small paper in her hand. She does not know when she lost sight of him but when he reached her door, the piece of paper was there, small and all squeezed, but could read:
Yes____ or No ______

Word spread through the town about the strange figure who left small pieces of paper on tree branches, in mailboxes, in cracks, on door handles, here and there. No one understood why. What strange obsession was that? Everyone shared the same common thought: why leave blank papers?

From my spot, sitting on the second step of the front door, I felt sorry for the shocked neighbors. "Poor people, they don't know it's all about memory, remembering the important things, talking to each other, greeting each other under the pretext of discovering a clue to the mystery, pretexts for the imagination... Tomorrow I'll do better. On each piece of paper, I'll give precise instructions for caring for the soul, or perhaps I'll write a few words that could fill that small blank space in cases like these: tree, flight, mirror... I'll see."

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Sticky Note #37:
“You create like someone who accidentally dipped a biscuit in paint instead of tea and made a masterpiece anyway.”

Sticky Note #98:
“You brainstorm ideas like your thoughts have backup dancers and sound effects. Honestly? Your imagination deserves its own Netflix series.”

Sticky Note #142:
“Your creativity is the kind that turns ‘oops’ into ‘ooh’ and ‘what is this?’ into ‘wow, I needed this!'"

Sticky Note #200:
“Even your scribbles look like they’re plotting a comeback. How do you do that?”

Something strange is happening all over the city: mysterious notes with characteristic phrases, metaphorical enigmas that resemble the individual reality of the recipient. I walked through several places and discovered intense and funny phrases. With each step home, I wondered: what will mine be like?

Some of the notes I saw left me thoughtful and apprehensive about what awaited me. Notes like: "The nectar that emanates from your body attracts the beauty of your surroundings"; "The aurora borealis is a strong competitor for the brightness of your eyes"; and many people mentioned theirs. I found myself lost amidst so many messages, until I finally arrived home and there it was: my note!

Doubt about the written words made my body tremble. As I calmly observed it, I breathed a sigh of relief. It said: "Your aura is like the force of the tides, capable of destroying everything in its path." Your existence is like the breeze of the winds, you don't need to follow orders, just the flow of life."

No one has ever seen the Compliment Thief.

They don’t steal gold, wallets, or secrets. Instead, they sneak through our small town late at night, armed only with a stack of sticky notes and a pen. By morning, their work is everywhere—on bus stops, café doors, lockers, windshields, and even lamp posts. Each one carries a message. Not just any message—a compliment. But not the usual kind. These are specific, oddly personal, and beautifully timed.

One note found on a park bench read:
"You always wait for the stray cat to cross the road before you drive. That kindness matters."

Another was discovered stuck to a school locker:
"You’re the reason your friend didn’t drop out last semester. You listened when no one else did."

On the window of a bookstore:
"You smell like clean paper and safety. The world is better because you exist quietly in it."

People started noticing how precise these compliments were—too accurate to be random. Someone left their sketchbook on the bus, and the next day a sticky note appeared on their front gate:
"The way you draw hands? It feels like you’re telling a story without words. Keep going."

It felt magical, almost impossible. Who was watching us so closely, yet so kindly? At first, some were unnerved. But soon, the Compliment Thief became a symbol of hope. People started looking for the notes, collecting them, even framing them. Strangers began smiling at each other more. It was as if those tiny messages stitched invisible threads between us.

The Compliment Thief reminded us that we are seen—not for our achievements, but for our humanity. For the little things we thought no one noticed: the way we hold the door for others, how we hum while we clean, or the quiet strength it takes to get out of bed on a hard day.

No one knows who they are. Maybe it’s better that way.

Because the mystery reminds us of something important:
Even in silence, someone might be loving us from a distance.

And isn’t that a beautiful thing to believe in?