Dear Elliot Ingles,
And the days went by, and every day you would insult me. It was a week, and then I started insulting you back.
"Hey, you little chicken nugget," you would say.
At first, I would fume. Then, as the insults became more normal, I realized he meant nothing by it, and I started to laugh.
"Hey, you jerk," I said.
And you smiled.
And that's when I realized that I loved your smile.
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What We Could've Been
Short StoryDear Elliot Ingles, This is Eloise. I'm going to tell you a story. No doubt you know the story, but I'm going to tell it from my point of view. This is the story of us and what we could've been.
