Dear Edmund:
Every time we were asked to stand up I could breathe, because our arms weren't touching anymore. But the thing is, I didn't mind not breathing, because it wasn't because of any kind of panic, it was because of you, and I don't mind anything that has to do with you. Every time that we sat down again I would lean on the armrest, and you did too. Sometimes our arms didn't touch, so I would move a little, and you would move a little too. And then our arms touched again. And we would both freeze, I don't know why you did, but I froze so that our arms kept touching. Is it too dangerous, to think you froze because of that too?
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Letters to Edmund
Non-Fiction"Letters to you, even though you'll never get them" (This book is like a diary for me, everything that happens actually happens for real, so please respect my work and the characters because they are real people)
