Dear Edmund:
I didn't know you played soccer, since you are kind of the basketball icon, but you do. And Edmund, you play really well, and as I sat down watching, like the rest of the girls did, I could't help but stare, and smile when you scored, and slightly run out of breath when you rolled up the sleeves of your shirt. The girls were shouting at the guys, they shouted the names of the girl they liked, they didn't shout a name for you. And I ran out of breath again. Edmund, you like sports, don't you? Because you kept playing, even though the girls were playing now, well I wasn't. You were playing with two other guys, and you were all playing while the girls were. And when another guy tried to score a goal you stopped him, and then winked at him. And I smiled as wide as I have in a while Edmund, because you play sports really well, and you could have won. But you didn't, and you let the girls win. You are a sweet person, you really are.
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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)
