Dear Edmund:
Are you excited about prom? I'm not. I'm scared, terrified, disgusted. I've heard the girls talking Edmund, I've heard Margaret and her best friend, you know I do. And when you're gone I don't even have to be discreet, they gush about you, about how you are so hot, or smart, or kind, or how you really are a true gentleman. And it's a bit sad Edmund, how they know they are too gossipy, and too ugly, to have a chance with someone like you. It really is. Because I should do the same, and come to terms with the fact that you're too good for me, and that I am too bad for you. Oh Edmund, but I can't.
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Letters to Edmund
Saggistica"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)
