Letter Thirteen; September 2

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Dear Hayes,

Today was the day I first saw you in around a month since the last letter. My mom found a draft of one of my letters and beat me even more, not letting me see you. Luckily, she didn't find the actual letters or else that would be bad.

You were so happy to see me, embracing me tightly while repeating "I love you."

We didn't really have anything to catch up on, so we made love.

I love you too much to call it sex, it isn't right. Making love though, it feels right.

-Maih

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