Letter 20

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Author's note: Hey peeps, finally I'm back! Sorry for the late reply I was having writer's block.. But now Blossom and Dexter are talking to me again and I'm back with another chapter er letter.. I tried to make this a bit long one so here it goes.. Oh and by the way there is this really sweet friend of mine who is an excellent artist named sisisoli on Instagram, check out her drawing. I think this picture  appropriately signifies my story.. So this letter is dedicated to her.
Happy Reading:)

#Going_out

Dear Reader,

Ways to earn a living while studying.

1. Babysitting.

Was that really me? I mean babies are cute but other than that they are either crying or peeing or pooping.. Yeesh, nope that is definitely not me.. I can't handle so much of trouble.

2. Working at a call centre.

Out of the question Blossom, coz people have to talk and blab out to the customers. And you being you definitely cannot...

3. Working for a cafeteria.

Serving tea? Wiping tables?? Seriously???
Think about this Blossom, you don't have to talk, just taking down orders and serving them.. You have to do some--

"Babe, what are you scanning your phone for?? Not some adult videos right?" Jamie laughed.

Yeah man, very funny.

I exited from the site before she could peep and see anything.

"See now your confirming my doubts.." Jamie wiggled her eyebrows and I simply rolled my eyes. This girl was always speaking nonsense.

"By the way tell me something, did you fall off the bed the last night? I think I heard a thud but was too tired to turn around.. Did you??" She asked.

I froze...

Dexter. In our bed room. Bumping into me. Touching his face.

"Babe?"

I shook my head.. I could feel my cheeks go red. I got up from the chair and walked off to class.

"Hey, wait up!!" I heard her running behind me....

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Soon after class I was walking my way to that café. I had finally decided to give it a try.. I mean what's the harm in trying, right? I had written a letter and planned out the thing a couple of times.. How I'd hand him the letter, how I'd persuade him to accept my offer, I was nervous about this..

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