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Amelia Howard to Holden Croft
I was on the beach, the other day, and I found your letter. I’ve saw you around a few times, but our social groups don’t run in the same circles, so there hasn’t been any real need to talk to you, really. I know how it feels, to feel like you’re being forced into feeling certain emotions. It’s happened to me before. Not like I’ve had anyone I know die, or anything, but I know the feeling. I heard about your brother actually, he was best friends with my cousin. He was pretty beat up about it too. He’s better now, even though it took him two years to fully move on. If you want to talk – about anything, just inbox me. I swear, I won’t tell anyone. For what you said, I haven’t really got anyone there, for me all the time
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perfect flaws.
ChickLit{completed.} In which four misguided teens struggle to find steady ground of which to be themselves. Told through letters, phone-calls, text messages, facebook inboxes and some narrative. © 2013 imogen timby.
