Kyle

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Dear Lex,

I saw kyle later on that day. I was going to the gas station to talk to Michael who watches the kids when i can't. When i got there i saw Kyle sitting in a chair next to this weird guy with red and black hair. He gave him a bag then kyle stuffed it in his bookbag. I sat on the table with my back facing him. He didn't realized it was me until i started talking. "Kylie?" He asked. "Hmm?" I responded but that wasn't enough for him. He grabbed my hips and picked me up so i was facing him. I swear Lex he is the most beautiful person i have ever seen in my life. "What the hell happened to your cheek?" He asked. "Got in to another fight." I said not making eye contact. "With who? and why?" He asked getting ice. "Abigail Taylor." I said putting the ice on my face. "Why?" He asked again. "She kicked me in the stomach and shoved me into a wall." I said fiddling with the holes in my sweater. "Please don't fight anyone. I don't want you getting hurt." He said looking me in the eyes. I nodded my head in agreement. He cares.

Love,Kylie

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