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Hello!
So I suppose I'm your new pen pal! I'd give you my name but we're supposed to remain anonymous, so please, call me Antler. (Odd, I know, but it's a pretty funny joke if you were in on it.) I'm not sure what to call you yet, so I will refer to you as 'person' until.
Hello, person! (See, we're already the best of mates, as you can tell.)
Let me tell you a little bit about me? Is that what I'm supposed to do? I'm honestly not too sure what the point of this programme is. To let you in on a secret, I'm trying to impress the love of my life. See, she doesn't see me as anything more than a friend and I'm trying to prove that I'm more than that. She loves literature and I thought exchanging letters with someone falls somewhere under that umbrella. I suppose reading would too, but she and I don't share the same love of genre. (Truly do not understand how she can read recounts of the magic world's history without feeling knackered, but she looks beautiful while doing it, so who am I to say anything?)
Not to mention it's a great way to make a friend and find someone to talk to!
So, yes, anyways, about me.
My current favourite colour is red but it switches up pretty often depending on whatever it is I am interested in. I love Greek mythology and can recite stories of the gods and their challenges but am a bastard at remembering anything to do with real-world history. Quidditch is my favourite sport and, not to boast, I'd say I'm a pretty damn good player. And my favourite dish is my Mami's homemade quesadillas, but my friend's (girl I am hopelessly in love with) stuffed grape leaves dish-not too sure what it's called, to be honest-comes in a close second.
That's all, for now, I suppose? I'm excitedly waiting for your reply. I'm aware a lot of people in this pen pal programme are proper writers too, so feel free to wax poetry in your letter even though I'm quite the shoddy writer.
From a boy seeking friendship,
YOU ARE READING
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