the eighth letter

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4/28/15
dear ashton,
today michael clifford called me a fat bitch and you broke his nose. you're suspended and the teacher assigned me to bring you your work while you're gone. before you went home I thanked you and asked if we're still on for our date tomorrow (friday) and you said, "of course i wouldn't miss it for the world." and kissed my forehead.
i went home and told all of my tumblr followers about it.

love, eden

p.s i love you (not the movie)

p.p.s i tried to give you back your sweater but you told me to keep it until it smells like me.

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